Date of the promised final post moved to Super Bowl Sunday; Carrizo the cat

First, I must apologize. When, due to endless frustrations with my blog host, Squarespace, I ceased my regular blogging and placed this blog in basic archive status, I did promise a final post during the holiday season. When this did not happen, Wendy asked me about it in a comment. I said I would try to put that post up today.

But, the fact is, I am not ready. It is not that it is all that complicated, but there are certain pieces of information I need before I can put that post up and I have just been scattered about in too many different directions to acquire this information. I am not a well-organized person.

I still want to make the post. It is about dreams and aspirations, those held by others much younger than I, and those held by myself. The post will really have nothing to do with the Super Bowl, but the Super Bowl is where dreams long held and long struggled for come both to glorious fruition and crushing end. So it seems the appropriate day.

Also, maybe the words, "final post," are not the best to use. I do expect it to be the final post using Squarespace as a bloghost, but once I complete some major projects now before me, I intend to explore new venues to post my work online. I could wind up using this same address - if I can find a good way to import the content of this blog into it without making a total mess of it. This likely will not happen for quite some time - probably a year or more.

In the meantime, here is a glimpse of Carrizo. I know that at least a few of my readers followed me to Instagram and so know the story about how Carrizo, who just three weeks ago was living the lifestyle of a feral cat in Arizona, came to live with here with us in Wasilla. It is a story I am making into a book. If I succeed in getting it published, then you can read it in a more refined and filled out form than Instagram.

He is an excellent cat. 

On the day that Nelson Mandela died I drove to Anchorage on icy roads through freezing rain to bring home my beloved

Note: I originally prepared this as the first post in new Squarespace 6 blog I had planned to launch at this same address, to include all the work I have done in this Squarespace 5 blog. But things went wrong. I have asked Squarespace to refund the money I spent on the new blog and am bringing my Squarespace blogging to a permanent end, save for the upcoming holiday post referenced above. I do not want this post to go to waste and so have transferred it from the new Squarespace 6 blog that now never will be to being an archive, at this same address. While much of what it says no longer applies, I leave it just as I prepared it for the new, canceled, blog"

This is the first post I am putting up in the new Squarespace 6 blog. At least, I hope I am putting it up. As regular readers know, I have been running a

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Touch those cat ears gently, Lynxton!

I returned from coffee ready to take a quick shower and then drive Margie and Lynx into town. The plan was to drop Lynx off at his house and then I would take Margie to see 12 Years a Slave and afterword drop her back off so she could babysit for the rest of the week. But that plan changed while I was gone. I now learned we are going to keep Lynx one more night. I sat down for a few minutes. Jimmy came over and sat on my lap. Then Lynx came to touch Jimmy's ears.

"Be gentle to the kitty," I said to Lynx. He can get exuberant. Jimmy's ears are not laid back in the way an angry, hissing cat will lay back its ears. He is holding them this way in anticipation of the coming touch, which he is not sure will be gentle or exuberant. Lynx was gentle with this touch and several more that followed. 

Chicago joins two vegetables by the fire

I'm still feeling lazy, still vegging by the fire with Jim, but Chicago has joined us so I had better put it in a picture that includes her. You haven't seen her yet since my return, because she usually waits until the initial flurry of greetings is over before she comes out and by then my battery was dead. Whenever there are little people in the house she just disappears. Lynxton is still here, but he's asleep. Margie is grocery shopping. So it's just us three - Jim curled up on my ankles, Chicago snug on my chest – vegging together by the fire. If Lynxton should wake up before Margie returns, then Chicago will disappear, I will have to get up to care for him and Jim's comfy rest will get disturbed. 

Text added at 4:53 PM. 

Lazy today

Feeling lazy today. Don't want to do anything but sit by the fire with Jim and veg. Don't expect much from me today. This selfie just might be it.

Jim's a damn good cat.