I almost chopped the tip of my thumb off using a new mandolin. That was horribly painful.
A bee stung me in bed. It’s nasty and I’ve no wrist left; just a red hand and a red balloon arm.
The contractor doing our master bath remodel punched a big hole through to our bedroom… and doesn’t even know it yet. He’ll be here within the hour. I can’t wait.
Strange people making white dust and concrete have been in and out of my house, making me want to run away.
Is it any wonder my notes to my husband (in his lunch) have gotten a tad odd??
Yeah, I bought one of those camping doohickeys women use… It’s called Venus to Mars and no, I haven’t tried it yet. Bizarre!!
It all seems like a nice dream I had once… I found and met my biological father. Knew him for three years. He died. It’s been three years since he left us.
It’s a surreal type of thing; meeting someone you wanted to know your entire life then losing them so quickly.
Haven’t I written about a light in the window before? There’s something about it that warms; makes me feel all is right and good. So much pressure to put on a 20 watt, amiright?
Even when the sun has risen a good bit…
The semi-obsession started when my father herded us into the station wagon before dawn one morning. I was still years too young for high school so didn’t know what was going on; only to obey.
We were headed to Bedias, about 100 miles north of Houston. For much of the drive we took I45 which is now about 20 lanes each way… but back then we were the only car on the two-lane thoroughfare, a country road with nothing but trees on either side. Houston hadn’t become a megalopolis yet, swallowing everything it could reach.
I saw the place as we meandered down the private dirt road to the farmhouse. The sun was rising and there were no trees for miles, just an elderly two story wood house. And a light in a window, emanating an invitation. It was so charming.
Later I discovered the lamp in the kitchen window; a huge kitchen – old but warm and comfortable with high ceilings complete with table and chairs. It had to be the center of the house. You could feel the thousands of meals families had shared, laughing and talking. I loved it completely.
Since then I keep a light in the window. It reminds me of simpler times and people, of a time when I45 was no more than a country lane.
…if you feel there is something left unsaid, there is… i just don’t know how to say it.
My neighbor moved to an apartment and will be traveling quite a bit, so I’m feeding her outside cat.
The kitty’s name is ‘Princess’ and she comes to the food and water dishes… which is amazing to me, since we spent years yelling at her to get off/away from our vehicles.
I wanted to know what else showed up to the food and water, so used an old wildlife camera.
Princess
But there are so many other creatures who frequent the buffet. Blue Jays are the usual suspects. Dirty birds! Wish I could find a way to stop them.
Other cats, including a chubby tiger.
And a young possum. He spends quite a lot of time at the trough, and is the only critter I’ve seen drinking!
He’s grown a bit lately but still waddles. Couple of weeks ago he was so off-balance with those big feet (he’s growing into them) walking was comical. I thought he’d fall with every step!
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