Friday, October 24, 2014


my husband is off to the airport. A little weekend trip to see his "best friend" - his italics, not mine. I will be a little anxious until he calls me to say he is arrived and then I will enjoy my aloneness for approximately 24 hours. Then I'll get edgy and out of sorts.

The cats will be thoroughly hissed off at his being away because breakfast won't be until 9am or later. Miss Frankie will not eat her breakfast in protest of it being so late - no skin off my nose Frank. BB will be annoyed because - well, food - you know.

There will also be no after lunch nap for Frankie all weekend or her mid-morning naps - Mommy doesn't nap, Daddy does. This will further irk her little soul. BB won't have any laps to sit on because Mommy sits on the loveseat and he can't figure out how to get on it - we don't know why because he manages to get up on the recliner, which is higher than the loveseat but who knows what goes through cat's little brains...

By Sunday we will all be missing the man something fierce - when he gets home Sunday evening we will greet him joyously and then, all of us being cats, we will ignore him in our usual way.

And everything will be right in our little world.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

How much stuff can you stuff in your brain before it all becomes one mass of memories?

It is a fabulous day today, I was going to write. And it is - it is rainy, and windy and damp and just a little dreary. Even with all the wind and rain and drear I sit here at my desk without any need for artificial light.

I was going to write about how, even tho I NEED sunlight and sunshine, sometimes it can be too much. Floating in my brain I hear  even sunshine can be...[something or other]. What is it from? I google several variations of the phrase and finally, ahh, finally, I find what I am looking for.

I have a copy of this poem cut from a newspaper some 20 years ago but that was not the first time I had read it... oh no, I probably came across it a decade before that, at least. I remember exactly where I was when I first read it...but no matter. It only matters that I have it tucked in a file in my desk and in a file on my computer - 20 years of safe-keeping.

Now some might say this poem is hokey or sentimental or trite or...something else cynical.  But there are certain girls and certain women (for surely in 1994 at age 48 I could no longer be called a girl) that need this poem. They need it the first time their heart is love-broken and every time after that. They need it when middle-aged and life has taken a nasty turn or two; they need it when death has interrupted the love that really was love. So many times in a woman's life when this poem will be a reminder, a comfort, a lesson and sometimes just good advice in the interim.

I was going to just put a link for the poem but decided to copy it here instead...It still means a lot to me, it gave me comfort when that was needed and a smack in the head when that was needed, and now,  while I am holding steady in an interim, it reminds me of those times when it was needed but more importantly when it was heeded.
After a While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way
Of falling down in mid flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every good bye you learn.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Wind, Wings and Eyes

I got a thing for certain things. Perhaps that should be a passion. I love wind - it is freedom and flying and wings. I've written about the wind. And then there are eyes - I've written about them too.

Something about a cat's eyes - and I never notice until I see them in a photograph.  I did not add any color to Frankie's eyes - I just adjusted everything else...

Sunday, October 19, 2014

And now for something completely different - The Larch

Well, no - not a larch. My mind just flashed on Monty Python while I was trying to think of a post title.

Saturday the wind was gusting with gusto which is why this picture seems a little fuzzy...

I tried to get some video because whee-ooo that wind was tossing the trees around but the wind, like the cats, stopped doing its thing as soon as I whipped out the camera. I did manage to get a few seconds - look at the trees in the back...

Saturday, October 18, 2014

I've never attached any particular significance

to balloons - they were just kinda fun. I wanted to write about the significance/symbolism of balloons but my research put me off that subject. I didn't realize balloons could be so depressing. Whatever you do, do NOT dream about balloons - no good can come of it.

One of my birthday presents was a balloon and it made me, my husband and Miss Frankie very happy. Why? Because the balloon was square!

A square balloon - Sa-weet!

(Since it has come up in the comments - here is a link to the symbolism of balloons in dreams.)

Friday, October 17, 2014