Rock on

Last weekend I raked poo at the McPolack homestead; this weekend I raked rocks. Then scooped them into a plastic trashcan and deposited the in the depression at the end of the driveway, which is where they were before being plowed up onto the lawn. It was much colder this weekend than last but I prefer cold because I sweat less. I was in short sleeves in the 40-degree air.

The night before I spent an hour removing mats from Ethel the barn kitty's fur while she laid in my lap purring and drooling and kneading. She is my proudest achievement, kitty-wise. I remember spending many an early evening on the slate stones outside the Babcia's kitchen, taming her with a bowl of chow and a lot of patience.