Valentine's Day visitor

Before all your anti-feline feelings get you mad--this is Valentine's Day. The black visitor came unbeckoned. It was not fed. It runs like crazy when you open the door and go out for a stroll.

Don't blame me. I don't know what's going on. They don't, either. I like the shadows on the barn.

the cat

A stray that stayed. It gets blamed on me because I fed it. It has no name. I still ask visitors if they want a free cat.

For gratitude it hisses. I thought it was crazy. One time I suspected deafness, because I noticed if you surprise it by sight before it hears you approach it freaks.

So always let it know by loud sound that you are approaching.

More church work

Seems like doing more requires doing more.

Besides more work hours since the end of October, I've been putting in more resourcing hours.

Last Saturday I attended an American Guild of Organists seminar at this artfully arranged pile of stones, the Bryn Mawr Presbyterian Church.

The two morning seminars were organ playing by Wilma Jensen and a new anthems reading. In the afternoon it was adding percussion to congregational singing and techniques of inspiring singers.

What happened at Monterey? It achieved the miracle of unchangeability. The cat was still hungry and winter was still heavy on the land.