Since I don’t want the overly-large Coco to attempt to bust out the small openings of the broken screen in the front door that I have previously used as a cat door, I’ve been leaving the screen off one of the front windows. The cats leap in and out of the window for their excursions. Sometimes I shut the window. I hate to admit this, but it’s terribly amusing when the cats try to leap out the window when the window is shut.
So last night, a bat came in the window. I don’t have a photograph of said bat because I was asleep when this occurred and none of the teenage children in the house thought they should wake their mother and tell her there was a bat in the house. Weston said it kept trying to roost in the corners. Eventually he caught it and put it back outside. And didn’t even shut the window afterward. If I keep the window open at night anymore, I won’t be able to sleep for imagining there will be a bat roosting on top of my head when I wake.
In other unrelated news, I’ve finally figured out what to do with the garden bed at the studio. Next spring, I’ll be dividing these huge hostas to spread them out. The hostas look lush and beautiful, and they cover the ground, which will reduce weeds and reduce the need for so much mulch. I had to just let this bed float this year so I could see what was there. Now I know.
Here are several views of the studio garden. There is a large bare area near the top where nothing has come up, and the previous owners have told me that nothing was planted there. Must. Put. Hostas. There. As you can see, weeds are coming up no matter how much mulch I put down there. The roses are starting to bloom and are looking beautiful, though! Other things in this garden including a lilac, a hydrangea, and a Japanese cherry tree plus columbine, lily of the valley, and all kinds of other stuff.
In other other unrelated news, I’m working on my book again. It’s always such an entertaining fantasy to think you are finished with a book because of course the next thing your editor will tell you is that you are most certainly NOT. In fact, why, I need to nearly double it! Morgan is an experienced daughter of a book writer. I was writing books before she was born. She grew up with me writing books. She grew up going to the grocery store, sitting in the cart in the paperbacks aisle. “Look, Morgan, there’s my book!”
She was never impressed. Children are so cruel. She’s quite jaded about the whole thing.
Me: “Morgan, I’m working on my book again.”
Morgan: “Oh GOD. PLEASE buy me some Ramen noodles! I hate starving!”
*This disjointed, unrelated post is brought to you by my book brain. Besides, what do you expect? There’s a bat on my head, I JUST KNOW IT.