Kaymusings

Light coming through the windows splashes colors on the wall.

I have always enjoyed seeing stained glass windows.  So much artistry goes into them

These windows are part of the church I attend.  I especially enjoy seeing the colors from the windows being cast on the wall and nearby pews.  The picture shows the darkened church with the light coming through the windows and the shadow colors splashed on the wall.

Stained glass windows are beautiful.

This is the kitty that I wrote about earlier.  At this point, it does look like a “sweet kitty” as Sally suggested.  She wasn’t after birds, she was really very thirsty.

I tried several ways to get a picture of this puzzle without any glare on it but I just couldn’t do it.  This was one of the better ones.  I plan to try to get a picture another time, taking the puzzle into another room and during daylight and see if I can minimize the glare.  But this gives you an idea of the difficulty in getting all these eggs put together correctly.  There were three eggs of each pattern, though there may have been one which was just two.  I’m not sure now.  You could see from the puzzle piece which egg it would go to, but since there were three alike, you still didn’t really know which one.  The dark areas between eggs were hard to do because they might go in just about any of the dark areas.  But, it was fun.  I loved working with Pysanky eggs and I really did enjoy doing this puzzle.

This is Rusty in the car, ready to enjoy a ride, but this post isn’t about Rusty in the car.  I don’t have a picture of Rusty on our morning walk, but this picture shows something of how alert Rusty is and I think his intelligence shows, too.  This post is about Rusty letting me know what he wants.

For most of the time that I have been taking Rusty on a long walk, we have gone west on Pleasant Street to the high school, then we walked around the school and down to South Street and returned to our home that way.  But in the last month, I’ve been walking him to the high school and then back home the way we came, on Pleasant Street.

On Thursday, he absolutely insisted that he wanted to walk down to South Street and go home along that route.  At first I intended to stick with my plan but then I realized that he really wanted to go home the old way, and what difference did that really make to me?  So we walked home on the old route.

This morning, he did it again, –when we left the high school, he headed to South Street, without any resistance from me.  He knows and remembers well where we cross the street, the vacant lot filled with tall grass and weeds, which he loves to walk through and sniff the tantalizing odors, and where we return to the other side of the street again.

I would expect a young child to let me know that he had a preference as to where we would walk, but it really surprised me to discover that Rusty has a definite preference and he let me know about it.  I like knowing this.