We’ve seen it all in the desert, or so it seems. The other night we had strong winds that rattled the windows and battered the house all evening and through the night. I laid in bed listening to all the noises and wondering what was going to disappear into the desert (chair cushions, barbecue cover, plant pots, etc) and also what would be broken the next morning.
I was off Saturday so I had to go and get more black shoes for work. The soles are coming off my black sneakers. I dearly love them so will take them to be fixed at the little shoe repair about ten miles away. But I can’t do this now because of winter and working in the coolers and outside the dairy door, which is freezing even on a summer day. Those shoes were the only ones I have that I can get my foot into along with insulated socks. I put the thinking cap on a couple of weeks ago and decided to use my black gorilla tape and tape the soles on. So far this has worked pretty well, but I’m still unsure how long I can get away with that, so it was time for new shoes.
Naturally this is what happened once I got home and took the shoes out of the bag.
Raven will play with anything
Everything in this house is a cat toy.