Welcome dead ends here

I didn’t quite drive off the road but came close. There is an avenue named Welcome in Richmond, California. I spotted the sign for the street along the right side of 23rd as Alex (my son-in-law) and I were heading toward his house in El Sobrante. Right along with the sign that says Street Dead Ends. It turns out to be barely two blocks long, and connects with a portion of 24th which also goes to a dead end. There are very few houses, in fact I really only could see two locations with a “Welcome Avenue” address. Go figure. 

On other news fronts, I am still feeling exhausted for no particularly good reason. I currently have a lap full of cat. When I didn’t immediately get up to feed him, he promptly went back downstairs and conned George into placing goodies in his food dish. He just returned upstairs, crawled in my lap and is quietly purring. His appetite has come back since having all those teeth removed and he is back up to a fighting weight.

I finished VampyreCat – The pattern called for yellow eyes, but since the beast haunting me has green eyes, I made a bit of a change…It was going to be too much work to reverse the fangs (to match Onyx who lost his uppers) and also that wouldn’t completely support the idea of Vampire now would it?

as well as the current entry in Extra-ordinary  Birds (yah! A Peacock!)

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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