Circle of Life

Last week, just before Shabbat, I finished a really beautiful rock garden in an empty space between our living room windows and the carport.

I moved roughly 500 pounds of stone (pavers, rainbow pebbles, three river rock - which has lots of purple in it, Mexican black pebbles, and frontier river stones) 3 or 4 times each - onto the pallet, into the car, out of the car, into the right place in the garden, then lifted and reset flat/etc.

I was very proud.

And very tired.

Roughly 15 hours later (Shabbat morning) the outside cat who thinks we belong to her decided to throw it a garden-warming party.

She brought the entertainment.

Which also quickly turned into the food.

Needless to say, the todder and I spent a chunk of Shabbat talking about carnivores, life and death, where meat comes from, hunting instincts, why we don't eat the feathers (and neither do the cats), what bird feet might taste like, etc.

He was very cool about the whole thing.

Bad Cohen, on the other hand, was a little unnerved, and quietly read the newspaper in the other room while we watched the feast.