And little other care hath she

Gracie decided to take a nap sorta half way under the covers today, which of course made me coo all over the place and take pictures, because I'm a crazy cat lady.

I went to a fiber festival today at a fairground a little south of town. It featured a variety of fibers, fiber-producing animals, hand-made cloth and articles of clothing, as well as dyes, chemicals, looms, shuttles, spindles, and a plethora of other tools I could only begin to imagine how to use. (And of course elephant ears, because that's what makes something a festival.) My weaving teacher was there as well (apparently), and told me later that she had had bought way, way too much, but I personally didn't get anything other than a slush-puppy. Whenever I'm surrounded by pretty, I'm tempted to buy stuff, but today was an exception, seeing as I either didn't have a clue how to use any of it or it was fairly expensive and very nice. I mean, I suppose I could buy homespun, hand-dyed fibre for the next scarf I spend a year occasionally poking at in between other projects, or a hand-made gossamer shawl to keep me warm while I lounge around in my pjs, but... maybe next time.

Speaking of keeping warm, I have to admit it's about this time every year that I start to think favorably about colder weather. Despite swearing oaths on all that is holy every February that I will not be such a damnfool the next time around, cold air, sweaters, leaves, cider, apples, rain, more festivals, and even a little bit of snow start to sound really nice around mid-August. It must be something the tourist buearu puts in the water; I don't even like apples that much. I actually (having resisted the angora gossamer) stopped by Old Navy today and bought sweatpants in anticipation. They were on sale; don't judge me.

Oh, and chipmunks.

Most people, when they consider dying and going to heaven, look forward to things like: seeing and holding deceased loved ones. Meeting God. Getting answers to longstanding difficult questions. Learning the harp. No more pain.

I, too, look forward to seeing my grandma again and mastering a new stringed instrument, but I also have humbler ambitions.

I am convinced that in heaven I will without reprocussion be able to cuddle the following:

-Wild bunnies
-Tigers, snow leopards, lions (and other big cats)
-Bears
-Small birds
-Red squirrels
-Sharks (maybe.)

Also, remember when you were little and first found out to your great horror and disillusionment that clouds aren't the cottony trampolines and havens of relaxation they appear to be -- that in fact they're much bigger, colder, wetter, insubstantial, and incapable of supporting life than your traitorous eyes had lead you to believe?

It's totally not going to be true. You're all invited to my first sledding/trampoline/napping party when we get there -- I'm putting that out there now.