Cat on the Lap

Are you old enough to remember a song that included the following

“man on the run”? And then I went searching and realized it was BAND on the run by Paul McCarthy.

Band on the run, band on the run
And the jailer man and sailor Sam
Were searching every one
For the band on the run
Band on the run
For the band on the run
Band on the run

which takes me to the present – Cat on the Lap. And when he isn’t taking over my lap, he is taking over my chair. As a result, I have been switching locations rather often. It isn’t that I don’t want to sit at the large table in our living room, it is just that the recliner type chair is just so comfortable.

I am nearing the completion point on my longest outstanding stitching project. I started in in July, then got distracted by other things. I will try to remember to take a picture tomorrow.

And I still have that stupid earworm humming about “on the run…..

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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