Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. It may still be. Who knows what my sister will unleash. At least I know that my brother and sister-in-law and my nieces aren’t buying her separatist nonsense.
I’ve got a week to teach gerunds and infinitives and motivate my writing students to write.
I’m already looking forward to planting a couple of fruit trees and expanding the area I have for beds in the garden.
I want to trap one of the last two imperatives to trap tomorrow morning. I’m thinking Toes is male — so Mommy is the target.
Harry is very affectionate — and I appreciate that. When I go out to feed them, I am rushed by a swarm of kittens. I think the garden can handle all of them, I just need to make sure there are no more.