A long fortnight

Over the last two weeks, I spent more time with my drafting table than I did with my bed.  Cramped hands and back, ridiculous amounts of money spent at Kinkos, the last of my scotch, and I am now back at it with a new quarter of classes.

LA spring is similar to a deciduous fall is some ways.  As the rains leave, the plants get browner and the hills more barren.  I am enjoying the last bits of green, some late rains and some new blooms before the real heat sets in.  Then I will have to move from my attic studio into the cooler garage.

We recently had a transient feline keeping our yard company.  I named her Butternut after the warm orange stripe on her nose and flank. She purred in our laps, but slept burrowed into the dense hedge in the front yard.  After a few weeks of indecisiveness, we finally took her to a shelter to be adopted out to a friend.  Tonight, it is cold and rainy but she is finally warm.  Maggie was not sad to be the queen of Easter and be rid of her, but we sure do miss her company out front.