the cat doesn't love me

I have a new secret obsession and it takes up a few minutes of time every day. Not too bad (yet) but we all know how it goes with obsessions. Have you ever noticed pianos in public spaces? And people actually playing them? And then filming themselves for the Instagram? There is often a "random" passerby surprise musician or opera singer who wants to join in. Just like that. So, I am watching those clips. Far too many of them. I am sure it is educational. 

While on Instagram, I usually check in with Cooking for Levi. Levi has to be the least fussy toddler ever to be alive. He is also very cute and super lucky to have an amazing dad-chef. 

Lupin the cat started sleeping on my chest, close to my neck when I am relaxing on my favourite armchair. I thought maybe she loves me now. Alas, she really wanted the chair, which is also her favourite. The moment I got up she settled on the cushion and went straight back to sleep. I was merely an extension of her favourite downstairs corner. She is doing really rather well after being very poorly last spring. She has chronic kidney disease and now high calcium, which (the vet says) is sometimes a consequence of the renal food prescribed. She'll have to take a calcium chelator once a week. This is currently not available through the vets usual suppliers of drugs. So she now has to take the orange flavoured liquid human equivalent, once a week. I hope cats don't have taste buds for artificial sweeteners and orange. She'll have another blood test in 6 weeks or so. Thank the heavens for pet health insurance. 

The wind. I am so fed up with it.

Another small obsession is to get a barre for some ballet exercises at home. Essentially a hand rail. I could of course just use the kitchen island because it is about at the right height. However, I fancy a proper wall mounted wooden one. No mirror nearby though because I don't like the feeling of being elegant in my movements being shattered by the view of a dancing walrus. I like the barre exercises most of all in my ballet classes but I also enjoy the "port de bras" section of the class. That translates to carriage of the arms. Definitely good for the bingo wings but also adds elegance to the dance (more so with a long sleeved top). I still can't do a pretty curtsy, my knee wobbles too much. Some of my class mates are talking about taking exams... I have no intention to join them. 

Do you have any small obsessions? Do share!

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