The pillow cuddles enforcer has disappeared into the house somewhere, sleeping. Until he comes to bother me with his meowing complaining … hopefully not for the next hour,
1am is bedtime…. Never ending zooarch assemblage.
Unwinding for the night before I go to bed at 10pm.
I love this me time, listening to gentle music.
It’s an overcast evening, a dwindling darkness starting already. A calm, a peace settles over me. I breathe.
Try to keep in the present.
In my own home, with 2 cats who fill holes in my heart.
Am I the only person who can’t use one of these can openers to open a can ???? 😭 why is it so hard?!
(What happen to the old can openers, simple, hold sideways, stick the pointy bit into the can, turn handle, works smooth and opens can lid?)
#help
Beauty of a sunset this evening out back …
#ThisIsCavan #Ireland
Maybe it’s the way I hold it but the ‘blade’ never remains cutting through the can after the first few turns. It’s the most frustrating piece of kitchen equipment I have.
I have several jagged scars on my knuckles above left and right nail on first fingers from half opening a lid and then trying to force it the rest of the way but my finger slips right into the jagged shards edge of the lid. Great, blood in the contents 😭
He’s doing that face and unhappy nosies again … we are late for his pillow cuddles appojntment and beauty sleep 🙈🙈 #cat #siberiancat
