Cloudy, With A Chance Of Meatballs

I've been enjoying some much needed time off from work. I've been working in the garden, sewing a project with Emma (more on that, anon), and doing a bit of urban kayaking with Lassen and Robb. 

Robb and I wrote up a huge list of tasks I wanted to get done, and we've accomplished most of them. Today's big job was hauling bulk trash to the curb. It's remarkable how much trash is produced while restoring an older home. 

We're finally getting some rain, which will hopefully diminish the multi-year drought we've been experiencing. Kayaking was scheduled on a non-rainy day (although I still got drenched).  And bulk trash was hauled with one eye on the rain clouds. 

As for the meatballs?  

Well, Sleeves dragged a huge one in through the cat door, caterwauling a mournful hunting song. Cats who live in groups will often vocalize when they've brought home prey. 

We're not thrilled that he's dragging home meatballs, but it's a lot better than the week he and his brother brought home a family of half dead rats.