This is a selfie of
my husband and me.
This is how he has adapted with me, minus the cigarette…
He is my everything…
over on the left!
Happy Anniversary Lovey-
I never realized what a treasure this one little gift has been from my childhood home after my parents passed. It sings a familiar tune as the metal tubes sway and tap merrily in the breeze. It lifts me up and takes me to a gentle time and place.
This thought expresses the blessed tone of my parents’ life music they sang to us.
I THINK I FINALLY FIGURED OUT SOMETHING ABOUT OUR CAT!
I know that is impossible because there is no use trying to figure them out, as all cat owners understand.
They do things their own way on their own time, they are fickle, quirky, extremely head strong, maintain a little wild cat still inside of them, and they instinctly drive their owners crazy.
Chloe is our cat. She will be a young 16 year old in October. She is named after one of my son’s second grade crushes who recently got married…not to my son.
But by golly, after all these years I think I figured out something about her and I think I am right! (Should I call Believe IT or NOT?)
Every single morning Chloe will strongly let me know when it is time for me to take my morning shower. She insists that she must be there right next to the shower door. While I am in the shower she waits patiently but sometimes she yells at me that I am taking too long.
When I am finished, the door MUST stay open just wide enough for this water-phobic animal to climb inside while it is all wet. You can never get her in there when it is dry.(That’s a cat’s mentality…)
Once in the shower she licks up all the water that is left on the floor and in the door well. It has to be in the morning when I first wake up! At first we all thought she must like the taste of DOVE soap. It isn’t that.
But today it dawned on me!
It’s in the morning.
The water is warm.
There’s a hint of minty ‘Head and Shoulders’ shampoo.
The air is steamy.
THAT’S IT!
She now is soothed just enough to find that “just right” sunny spot where she curls up and falls sound asleep for most of the day…
…because she is nocturnal and goes from room to room trying to wake us all up to play all night long so of course she needs her warm tea before bedtime.
Cats.
They are crazy little animals.
This one’s the boss of all of us but boy, do we love her to pieces!
She loves us but mind you, only when she feels like it.
I had to take a break from painting fog and run to color!
My gray stained hands and compression sleeve show my impatience.
“Mmmmmmmmm”
A comforting sensory experience.
It smells so yummy.
It is warm.
It is delicious pinkish red.
It is squishy soft.
How could you not feel good making Kool-aid play dough?
Best of all is that I found some children I knew would love it, and gave it away!
( I love home made play dough for so many reasons…)
Sixteen years ago my little girl and first child left home for college. This is her as a mouse being carried away via daisy air travel.
What do you do when you feel blue?
I run to color to make me feel better! Color makes me happy!
While she experienced her first semester I began to paint.
I made the excuse our walk down to our garage needed a diversion to camouflage the bugs that gathered in the windows and smudges on the walls. But what I really did was comfort myself with color.
But today I said good-bye.
I took these pictures just before I painted gray primer over all the walls.
Change is good, right?
Miss it already…
(Taken from my book in progress..”ten little pennies.”
Simple ways to live life creatively
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