Audrey, CMS

My Dinner with Andre! 😁

tuxedo cat swatting a man’s nose (cat paw somewhat motion blurred). the man is recoiling/wincing.

me explaining daylight saving time to the cat

A friend recently told me food banks don't often get or give out seasonings/spices, so when I went shopping for the community fridge today I picked up a couple containers of iodized salt. There was a woman taking things as I dropped mine off, so she helped me unpack and asked if she could have one.

And in that pause between pitch and contact - longer than logic, shorter than hope - we remembered why baseball existed long before we judged a sport's value by viral moments and betting apps. It is the romance of failure. The mortal beauty of trying and missing seven times out of 10 and still being considered great. It is the only sport where patience is a weapon, and panic the surest death. You cannot simply run out the clock in baseball; you must face it, pitch by terrifying pitch, until it finally releases you.

Did not expect one of the best paragraphs I’d read about baseball would come from an Irish newspaper

www.irishexaminer.com/sport-column...

Yuffie, a pretty grey tabby kitten.

Rufus, a white kitten with grey tabby spots.

Vincent, a sturdy brown tabby kitten with a face like an owl.

We still haven’t received any applications for any of these lovely Final Fantasy colony kittens— Vincent, Yuffie & Rufus (Yuffie & Rufus are a bonded pair, and they have a sister Elena who will be adoptable shortly as well). Vincent was one of the first kittens rescued from that colony, but—

LET DIANE ASK QUESTIONS 🧐

If you’d like to help me out a little right now I’d really appreciate it

The way of all such lies!

Marigolds in a skellramics vase on a dia de Los muertos ofrenda

8 months ago I planted the seeds for these marigolds specifically so I could put them on the ofrenda today and tomorrow. I’m surprisingly emotional about it.

#DayOfTheDead #BloomScrolling #Flowers #GardenJournal2025

A single Corsican violet flower. Purple with white, gold, and dark accents. Above a bed of fall leaves

A Corsican violet hanging on
#Bloomscrolling

11 🤗

A cat faced spider with its head at the top of the photo. It's orange in color overall with almost a kind of banding of orange and paler color on each leg. Little, well tiny, hairs are standing up on each leg. The spider's abdomen is a striking bright orange color with hints of yellow and darker orange. Two small raised areas (the cat's ears) are yellowish and on each side of the abdomen. There are the same teeny, tiny hairs on the abdomen. I'm not a huge spider fan but I have to give it to this spider, it is quite magnificently orange and it walks like it knows it. Way to go little spider. 10/10.

A closer look at the orange masterpiece that is the Cat-faced spider. It looks like a sunset or sunrise playing out on its butt (there's a sentence I didn't expect to write).

Research Shows Permanent Standard Time Is Healthier Than Daylight Saving Time Changing the clocks twice a year does more than disrupt your schedule - it throws your body's internal clock off balance, raising your risk of obesity and stroke.

“For the vast majority of people, morning light from Standard Time is far more beneficial.” #DitchDST articles.mercola.com/sites/articl...

Yay. Also those are impressive reads 🤗

Covers of Daughter of Mine, Megan Miranda; Read Me Slow, Charish Reid; The Darkest Evening, Ann Cleeves; A Dire Isle, RV Raman; The Finest Print, Erin Langston; Silver in the Wood, Emily Tesh; A Trap for Fools, Amanda Cross; Nevada, Imogene Binnie; Crook Manifesto, Colson Whitehead; The Woman in the Library, Sulari Gentill; The Consorts, Melissa Addey; The Woman Who Lied, Claire Douglas

My October roundup from StoryGraph! Mostly a mix of romance and mystery/thriller. Glad I got to the modern trans classic Nevada! The only dud was A Trap for Fools. 📚💙

Bouquet with orange and yellow roses, red roses, white hydrangea, daisy, like flowers that are in yellows and reds.

Autumnal bouquet🍁

#FlowerFridayFamily
#flowers #Fall #halloween
#bloomscrolling #photography

Donate to Father Detained, Son Hospitalized — Help Reunite Us, organized by Marco Guzman My name is Marco Guzman, and I’m 17 years old. On Friday, October 31… Marco Guzman needs your support for Father Detained, Son Hospitalized — Help Reunite Us

Urgent fundraising need: a member of our community was detained this morning, but is the sole caretaker for his quadriplegic son. A lawyer has been obtained but there are urgent legal and medical costs. Please donate as possible and share. Thank you!

one of the things I love about a well-written book is the part where the writer succeeded! I just wanna high five them and be like FUCK YEAH YOU DID IT!

I have all these little cool toys and pencils and doohickies too 😔

a black and white photo of a cat standing in the snow Alt: a black and white photo of a black cat sitting on a beach as the time comes in

None again!

’Twas brillig, and the slithy sand
Did boundless and bare in the wabe:
All mighty were the borogoves,
And the mome works outgrabe.

“Beware Ozymandias, my son!
The wreck colossal, the lifeless legs!
Beware the Jubjub sneer, despair
The frumious King of Kings!”

My dad always had an inspection tax of peanut butter cups
😁

Update? Had to refill the bench twice. 250 books gone in just a few hours. A perfect night. ❤️

Orange and white cat dressed in a striped old timey prisoner costume. A sign around his neck says, "guilty as charged: Gonzo, disorderly conduct."

Orange and white cat dressed in a striped old timey prisoner costume. A sign around his neck says, "guilty as charged: Gonzo, disorderly conduct."

Orange and white cat dressed in a striped old timey prisoner costume. A sign around his neck says, "guilty as charged: Gonzo, disorderly conduct."

Wel triksandtreets time is sooon and so i wil naow share my costoom:

Forgotten When she was thirsty, she was parched. When she found an old tower, hidden buried in the ground, the word that came to mind was oubliette. And she hoped, when the rain started falling through the opening overhead, that it would be a deluge. She laughed as she tilted her head back to catch drops on her tongue, but they weren’t enough. She opened her mouth again for more and more, until she no longer remembered that it was her own voice echoing off the stone walls, no longer remembered anything but deep emptiness and waiting, mouth open, for more.

"Forgotten," by me

published by Horror Tree's Trembling With Fear horrortree.com/trembling-wi...

It’s Halloween so please give me some horror book recommendations. 🎃👻 #booksky

Horror food to round out October 😱

1 was the best, followed closely by 4.
Interesting contrast and a bit of intrigue for the first, and structure and liveliness for number 4!
One of my fave of the chick lit beginnings was Bet Me!

I disliked Hemingway in high school but appreciated his best stuff in college!

A roadrunner is standing in a clay bowl held up by a white tube. The bird is facing us and we see the large white spots on the bird’s tail feathers.

Roadrunners have large white spots on the underside of their tail feathers that we don’t often get to see. 🪶