Out with the new; in with the old.

I'm now a proud owner of a Regulator school clock from 1915-1920. It is all original and works like the day it was made. You wind it up every week and it chimes on every hour. Growing up, my father collected/fixed up antique clocks. When my parents got divorced, my mom got all dad's clocks (which pissed me off) and has since sold them all. Since my dad sold our house and now travels and lives in a 5th wheel, he can't have clocks. My sister and I have carried that love for antique clocks and she owns her own antique mantel clock. She found a love during this latest antique shopping spree as well. She is now the proud owner of a 1860 pine dining room table. They're delivering it to her tomorrow.

Friday night we had quite the experience. Nate took me to Weyerhaeuser to show me his new office. On the way in, he had told me about a litter of wild kittens that lived in the busy that they feed. As we were leaving, we saw the mom, dad, and only 1 baby kitten sitting outside the bush. We approached the cats and they all fled in different directions, but the kitten went under a nearby bush. All of a sudden we noticed a huge raccoon preying on the cats. It saw the kitten go under the bush and it was like a wolf on a baby deer. I put Maysen in the van and started throwing rocks at it so it would leave the kitten alone. Finally we chased it off long enough to rescue the scared, wild kitten out from under the bush. It was SO CUTE! All white except for grey paws, ears, and front face. Blue eyes are bigger than moons. Looked like a baby Yoda. We brought her home and put her in Bailey's old pet taxi. Believe it or not, she was eating wet cat food and using the litter box before the next day!

Jenn and best friend since 8th grade, Charity (who moved to Portland from Kansas last year), came down Saturday (Matt was in a conference in Seattle) and Charity within an hour decided she'd take the kitten home with her. So, it got a good home. We figured it was better this way, because it appeared that the rest of the litter was "no more" and where they were living was near a really busy road and parking lot. So, now it has a good home and Nate will watch out for the other cats when he's at work.

We did fireworks on Saturday night which was fun. Maysen enjoyed watching them. He'd say "DAAAAAY" and hold his arms up after each one. (his version of YEAH). The night ended with a nice long fire in the backyard, s'mores, and laughing about the good 'ole days...

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