It’s a quiet Sunday in sunny Sun City West, no breezes rustling the arbor vitae, clear skies, temps heading for 80° this afternoon. All’s right with the world. And in a little while, I’ll be able to open the door to the patio and let Charlie do his thing out there. He loves watching the birds and rabbits in the backyard. One of these days, he’ll be there when our three large coyotes saunter by. I wonder how he’ll react to that. He seems to love the old cat perch that’s out there, sort of ratty after more than a decade in the patio weather. Charlie doesn’t mind. I went on-line yesterday and found a new one on EBay. It’s four feet tall and will allow both he and Squeakie to admire all the wild life. And in another month the quail parents will be parading their broods through, little moving walnuts that should drive both cats crazy. Doesn’t take much to drive Charlie crazy. He’s had six or seven small feathered toys to play with, and we now have feathers all over the place, enough to gather up and knit a whole bird.
Today the boys are playing the final matches in the WGC tournament being played in Marana, Arizona. Right now, Rory McIlroy is one-up on Lee Westwood, same score for Hunter Mahan over Mark Wilson. Good golf.
Tonight we finally have the Oscars, with Billy Crystal hosting. Can’t wait to see how my choices turn out, see how outlandish some of the ladies’ gowns are, see how Billy handles the hosting, hear the prepared and unprepared acceptance speeches. Altogether, a nice Sunday.