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One of the neighborhood cats died yesterday. We thought it was sleeping in the sun, stretched out on the circle of peat around a new sapling across the street, but it hadn't moved when we saw it again this morning. It's white, with gray and orange patches, and I remember it being affectionate and very soft. I don't know what to do about it—its owners don't know where it is, and I don't know where its owners are, but leaving it beneath a tree beside the road is too depressing to contemplate.
K and I repotted our little basils and parsleys today, shaking the loose dirt from their delicate rootlets and moving them into their new windowbox home. I hope they enjoy the extra room—and don't engage in any basil-parsley rivalries, now that they're living together.
I made further progress with GarageBand tonight, and now have a four-track version of Two Rivers that I'm about 60% happy with. I'll buy new strings tomorrow, which should get that number up to 70% or so next time I record it. It's humbling to hear every little misstep recorded and replayed. Then again, I'm learning to hide things in post-production....
K and I repotted our little basils and parsleys today, shaking the loose dirt from their delicate rootlets and moving them into their new windowbox home. I hope they enjoy the extra room—and don't engage in any basil-parsley rivalries, now that they're living together.
I made further progress with GarageBand tonight, and now have a four-track version of Two Rivers that I'm about 60% happy with. I'll buy new strings tomorrow, which should get that number up to 70% or so next time I record it. It's humbling to hear every little misstep recorded and replayed. Then again, I'm learning to hide things in post-production....
