|Two large "bullet" holes and lots of complete cracks|
|Just before the storm actually hit us.|
My insurance fellow was a very nice young man from Georgia who had never been to the Black Hills before. He said he was quite impressed with the place and happy to be out of Texas where he was assigned just before. He said most of the time he was sent to various places in the country after weather disasters because he was a specialist in this kind of damage. He would stay for weeks or months at a time. He also said he had his SUV filled up with camping and outdoor gear and would take advantage of the outdoor life wherever he got sent. Nice life style if you can get it, but I can see it's a young person's career. I think all those extended stays away from home would not work that well for family life.
So my car was not "totaled," which I was glad about because my sweet little green car is only 3 years old, and you can't get that color anymore. But both the roof and hood (and the windshield, of course) have major damage and will need to be taken off and replaced with new parts. Some dings on the side will just need to be repaired. My appointment to begin to get this done is July 25, and the shop will have the car 2 weeks or so. That was the earliest possible date at the place my insurance told me to go to. I feel pretty good that they will do things correctly. I'll be getting a rental car for the duration of the repair process.
My windshield is now "protected" with what amounts to super-sized plastic wrap. I was assured by the shop that the whole thing wil not shatter onto me. I hope not. The car is drivable, and the shop people said it is ok to drive where I want. So business as usual except my windshield is held together with saran wrap.
I have some upcoming plans for short trips in the area which you will be hearing about soon, but meanwhile I just thought I would show you some pictures of Ms Smokey Rose, the wonder cat , who, as you know, is the love of my life.
|Smokey Rose poses very well for pictures.|
I "wrote" most of my dissertation with my tabby cat from a Maine dairy farm, Emma, lying on my chest. I would lie down on the couch for some thinking time, she would immediately jump up and curl up to sleep on my chest. I would zone out, and what I would write next would happen in my mind. Sometime later I would get up and put it into the computer. I am sure that Emma was a necessary part of the whole process.
My North Carolina southern ladies, Lily and Poppy, were also fond of sitting or lying on my lap / legs while I would watch TV or knit or read or whatever I might do while sitting on the sofa. They often did that together. (They were not siblings, but were also tabbies and looked a lot alike. Lily came from another farm, and Poppy came a year later from the home of a colleague.) Poppy also thought my head on a pillow was a good place for her to curl up upon.
Smokey Rose, on the other hand, likes to be right close to me but not upon me. For cuddling she settles in one one side or the other, usually my left, but sometimes when she feels wild and crazy she goes to the right. She stretches out her back up against my midsection and rolls into me a bit so her tummy is exposed. Then it's my turn to start rubbing her from under her chin all down her tummy. The purring begins, the limbs and toes stretch out a bit, and I think there is a smile on her face. And there we stay for quite some time until she kind of falls asleep. The purring stops. She curls in a bit. Do not disturb until suddenly she wakes up, jumps up and goes some place else. But she'll be back, if I stay there in bed, sometime later when she realizes that cuddling is sure a nice thing to do.
|Can't make the bed until SR is finished|
When I got her from Best Friends, they told me how she really liked to get inside cupboards. She would do that here except that all my cupboards are too filled up with stuff for her to find a place to settle into. Every once in awhile she goes exploring, checking out the various doors for ease of opening, just to see if I have moved some stuff and made room for her.
So here she contents herself with closets. That's where she can usually be found in the afternoon. I can't get a picture because she has found ways to burrow deep inside and curl up for napping. I can find her by touching where I think she might be, not looking.
And then sometimes she really hides by going far under the bed. I don't think she is frightening of anything. She just likes those dark hideaways where she feels safe and cozy. Cats do that kind of thing.
Now that she is "geriatric" she doesn't run around chasing things much. Her diet is strictly controlled prescription food, and she is not a chow hound or very interested in food at all except as she needs to be ( I wouldn't be interested in food much either if all I ate was what she gets.) so she does not gain weight. Sleeping is her main activity. Followed by resting.
|Any box that comes into the place risks getting|
taken over by Smokey Rose.
|And she has a little window ledge when the weather is warm. |
She does not watch birds much.