
Here are a few of the eggs I did at Brad and Claire's for Easter!
On our way home we took a couple of extra days to go to Savannah and Tybee Island. We love the ocean and have been feeling the need of a break from the routine of taking care of Grandpa. We love him dearly, don't get me wrong. He just takes a lot of extra energy and patience. We enjoyed Tybee Island so much that we are already trying to figure out when we can go back again!
And in honor of this green holiday, ladies and gentlemen, I have mown a lawn for the first time in my life! Unbelievable, I know, but Brad always did it when we were growing up and somehow, I've squeaked through my adult life so far without doing it, and finally today, I did it! I'm so excited. I really enjoyed it, and I think that Nate's thanking his lucky stars that I enjoy it! I'm sure that our neighbors were applauding that we were finally getting the lawn done. It was starting to look a little rough around the edges. They were probably laughing, too, because I was out there in one of my shorter spring skirts and had a silly grin on my face! I'm sure they're saying, "Guess what our crazy new neighbor did today!"


The first time I put the harnesses on the cats, they were not happy. One part wraps gently around the neck and the other wraps around the chest and the whole thing connects at the top of the shoulder blades. Our silly cats tried everything they could think of to get the things off. Crawling with their bellies on the floor, rolling onto their backs and even walking backwards! The next step was the leash and then convincing them to go outside with this whole getup. Once we got them outside, we quickly discovered as we followed our exploring cats around the yard that a four foot leash wasn't long enough. So, now we have those fancy leashes that extend as they move around the yard.
Cats are not dogs. They go under, into and around things chasing bugs and leaves. So, sometimes we have untangling to do! A lot of the time, they just lie down enjoying their pseudo freedom. One of the Brown's cats likes to come and lie down a few feet away, almost as if he's flaunting his true freedom. Cats, as you all know, are very independent and they don't come when you call them unless they happen to feel like it. So when it's time to go in, you have to plead and cajole and tug on the leash (gently, of course) until you finally have to just give up and pick them up and bring them in.
When the Brown's dogs first came down I was scared to death. All I could picture, as they carefully approached the cats, was a cartoon-like whirling dust-cloud at the end of the leash with fur flying everywhere! Thankfully, this was not the case. There was tentative sniffing, some eager tail-wagging from the canines and some fearful back-stepping from the felines and then some sort of agreement to peacefully co-exist. I was even more nervous when the Brown's cat came down, but that was an even more peaceful greeting. Maybe they just all feel sorry for these poor pitiful tethered creatures. I certainly feel silly sometimes babying my cats this way. I don't want to lose them, though.