End of My Week

Mr. Shei attacked my leg while inside the house with the door open and the screen door closed. There was a cat wandering around in the yard without the proper identification and Mr. Shei was absurdly upset that he had not been on duty to prevent the interloper entry. So, while I was yelling out through the screen door at the cat to flee, Mr. Shei (unknown to me at the time) was attacking my right leg. Holding on with paws and teeth. Fortunately he has no front claws and I was wearing jeans as I was heading to work soon. 5 small puncture wounds later and he is on my list of people under 2 feet tall that I don't trust. He wouldn't let me talk to him, touch him, pass him or get near him, and since I couldn't get past him I had to go outside and get Jim's yucca branch (for the diggeradoo that never was) and bring it in to the house to clear a path for myself. It's a little unwieldly because it is about 7 feet long but Mr. Shei wouldn't try to attack the yucca so I was able to back him away long enough so I could get my stuff and leave for work. No I didn't swat at him with it. Just used it as a shield.
I have decided that like Voldemort in the Harry Potter series Mr. Shei is going to be known by the additional nickname of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, evil as he is and seemingly wanting to kill me economically or emotionally. After that, after he is gone, he will be known as The-Cat-Formerly-Known-As-Mr. Shei.
I think he just wanted to kick some butt that morning.
Yes, I had a bad day at work after that start.
See, true life is stranger than fiction.

Too Much Talking. Not Enough Eating.

I am thinking of taking on another project! What's that you say? Are you mad?
Growing food for yourself should be an indispensible skill; one that I would like to master. So once I secure the plot or plop down for the plot, I shall have my hands dirty in yet another location. Hopefully the sun and nature gods will look down upon me with compassion.
By the way, if anyone who speaks French wants to send comments to me in French, please feel free to do so as it will be the sandpaper to my wood, you know, language-wise. Many merci's. (Which is also 'thank you' in Farsi I, found out recently).

Eat up!

Things You May Not Be Expecting Are On The Menu.

Healthy, whole foods will be served that include art, history, photography, gardening and a dose of philosophy as a chaser. This may be My yoga--sharing great pictures from great trips and whatever else I want to share any particular day, depending on what's in season. And nothing will be served that was grown with pesticides.