This is not an original observation on my part, but still; Where on earth does the time go? When I was a child I distinctly remember their being acres of time that I had no idea what to do with, and now there is barely any spare time at all for just lolling around. I seem to remember spending a fair amount of time as a child watching black-and-white detective movies, or following our two cats around the garden, and I was most often trying to get them to drop the rabbit or bird they were carrying in their mouths. This was not always successful, but it kept us all amused and out from under my parents feet for a while.
This weekend has once again zipped by, but I have at least managed to socialise with friends who we went to the cinema with. We saw "The Town" which is set in Boston, and the first bank you see robbed is Doc C's! Well, from the outside anyway, the inside is nothing like that really. I was most interested by the casting and it's always fun to watch a film set in a city you know at least slightly.
This afternoon I spent about forty-five minutes wandering around outside behind Edith as she sniffed things and ate grass, but she was wearing her smart blue harness and lead so the local wildlife was fairly safe. Both cats now have their own harnesses, because we wanted to be able to walk them at the same time and it's a pain to have to keep resizing the harness when swapping it between cats. Nancy shouldn't be able to back out of hers anymore, not that she's tried to actually, because she's too busy lolling around on the grass and watching the world from a new and exciting view point.
Apart from tending to my cat's recreational needs (I am definitely going to be a batty old cat lady, aren't I? sigh) I have read quite a bit today. Which is good because in my anxiety about there not being a decent bookshop within 2 hours drive, I have developed a tendency to hoard reading matter. There are between 25 to 30 books on my "To Be Read" shelf now, and I know there are a couple of others on their way from Good Reads' bookswaps. Today I have read most of "Changeless" by Gail Carriger, which Laura leant me, and which I find to be very entertaining to spend a Sunday, snuggled up with a cat and a cup of tea.
Now all I have to do is find an extra few hours to catch up on my knitting, particularly as I seemed to have agreed to knit a sweater for someone else as well. Damn it! Where does all the time go?
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