Relaxing weekend

Fundamentally the marksman aims at himself.
~ Zen and the Art of Archery

How we spent the weekend:

Well, not totally, of course, but it was a pretty relaxing weekend. Incidentally, Pyewacket almost never lies in my chair, she's only there because Dinah is under the afghan.

Dinah loves to be underneath things, and will make her wishes known, i.e., if there isn't an afghan thrown over whatever piece of furniture she wants to lie in, she'll paw at the chair or sofa or whatever until we get the hint and drape something over her. Pyewacket pretends that she just wants to lie there and has NO IDEA that Dinah is under there--she'll just jump into the chair and lie down casually, while being sure to lean against the lump that is Dinah.

I usually lift up the afghan to take a peek and see if Dinah's okay under there. If her head is near the side with easy access, she'll usually stay under there for awhile; if Pye ends up lying on her head, she'll struggle out from underneath and squirt out. They usually get along pretty well, but they do find ways to torment each other.

Bob's out of town this weekend, so it's just the cats and me. Last night was the third night, which is when Pyewacket usually comes to the conclusion that I must have done something to Bob, and she might as well cuddle up to me because that's all she's going to get. Up 'til then, she mostly glares at me, and sleeps as far away from me as she can get, but still be on the bed.

This morning at about 6:00, she came up by my head and woke me up so I could lift up the covers. She crawled inside, then turned around so she could lay her head on my pillow, and we snuggled for about a half hour, until she got too hot. She does that with Bob every morning, but I only get the special treatment about once a month, or, like I said, about the third night of Bob being away from home.

I got quite a bit of knitting done--still socks--and we also watched a couple of movies: Frantic this afternoon, which frankly didn't hold up as well as I remembered, but was definitely watchable, and Grosse Pointe Blank tonight, which is one of my favorites, even though I don't normally care for John Cusack.

So anyway, no big excitement, but just a nice, relaxing weekend. Last night, and tonight, as I sat in my chair beside the open window, knitting, or reading, or just holding a cat, with a cool breeze blowing in, I thought how nice it is just to stay home.