Cat's really do land on their feet. In very not politically correct ways I have tested this theory. That might be an exaggeration, but I have held my cat or rather my wife's cat upside down and dropped it from a couple feet and watched in amazement as it swiveled its feet around and landed like it was nothing. I lowered it and tried again, until it was maybe three inches from the surface. Then and only then did it not manage to land on all four paws.
Not all cats are created equal.
I dropped another cat from around a foot above our bed and it landed on its side and looked at me like I was crazy. What in God's name had moved me to drop her? The betrayal.
So much for cats always landing on their feet.
We Aren't Cats, But We Do Land On Our Feet
We've had some great adventures and wonderful travels, but to be honest and quite frank, this nomadic lifestyle can become taxing. Skye and I left Atlanta around the beginning of June. Since then we haven't been in any one place for more than three weeks with many one-night-stays thrown in for good measure.
We're back in Atlanta, familiar territory.
But in a new neighborhood, Grant Park which has been welcoming beyond our best hopes and expectations.
We couldn't even begin to unload the car before our new neighbors were welcoming us. In fact just a few houses up is a family that home-schools and one of them is a unicyclist enthusiastic(albeit the daughter who is now grown and no longer resides there, but still....)
We walked to the Grant Park farmer's market, which we'd only been to on one other occasion. But there were a few vendors that we knew from other markets, so it was still like coming home.
And then of course there's Circus Arts Institute. So good to be back with family, hand-balancing with Steve at the helm and flying on the trapeze, Spanish Web and silks.
Time Will Fly
I haven't been able to make it over to X-3 Sports, which is a shame, because I really, really need to get in there. But I've been fighting a cold and pressed for time.
I started working yesterday. We will be working 6 days a week, 12 hours a day, at the very least.
It will be nose to the grindstone until Turkey time.
And then who knows where we'll end up .
Tomorrow, I'll venture over to Little Five Points for the Halloween Parade. Cindy and Skye are up north visiting family, so I'm solo but will surely run into old friends.
It's been an interesting experiment and "community" has definitely taken on a new meaning.
And with that I bid you good ni