Boo!

Peace and brains...nom, nom, slurp...

Random Thought Thursday

I watch and talk to my pets a lot, probably more than I should admit in a public forum. I thrive on the infinite wisdom that exists in their silence. I do know however, should they break that silence... and, ever begin speaking to me- like in "people talk", I should seek professional help. In the interim though, my thoughts on their thoughts make for great Thursday blog fodder.

Beau, our recently transitioned guinea pig was an introvert like me.

The pic above was his initial response to the arrival of the cats back in 2006.

Beau thoroughly enjoyed his short reign as the only fur child.

There were many perks...

But all good things must...well y'know, that couldn't last long!

There were certainly some boundary issues to work out between he and Biju.
Biju was, er... a more worldly gal and certainly not the best house guest!

She often had to be confronted about these affronts.

But through it all they remained "friends 'til the end".

And, as she looks out over him now, I bet she misses him just as much as we do.

So call your friends, even if they're- well y'know, a little different.

Peace and friendship

October Update II

In a People House: Don't be fooled by my fancy pincushion and pretty pins-I still can not sew!

I made it...well almost. I guess I haven't quite made it until the month is over, but the list is certainly done. I donned many a hat (and the occasional straight jacket) this month getting my many obligations fulfilled. All in all, it was fun but I've promised to reacquaint myself with the word "no" as not to have to scramble for my sanity again anytime in the immediate future.

In a People House: Mighty fine for 7.99...The chair, not the dog-she was FREE! see [here]

Of course I treated myself for having cleared my To do table with a NEW! project. Yes, another ugly chair refurb is under way. But, not until the first of November. I'm dedicating these last few days to Halloween hi jinks and high fructose corn syrup. My October projects will be revealed over the next few weeks, so stay tuned.

Peace and motivation

The Art of Living

“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”-Havelock Ellis

It's been 8 months now, since my grandmother's stroke. During this time there've been a few more health related happenings, a couple surgeries and, a lot to think about, figure out and wrap my change-loathing head around. Whilst any conscious attempt at sorting my thoughts is quickly intercepted by the bowling-ball-in-the-throat-imploding-brain-pain-combo-with-a-side-of-tears, I have been making progress.

A few weeks ago she and I were having one of our regular lengthy chats and she said, "Y'know I've had a good life these eighty-four years..." I wanted so badly to stave this conversation off for some time in Neverary, but I nodded, swallowed and confirmed that I was listening with a soft, throaty inflection. She continued, "and I know you all want me to live forever, but I'm tired now." And then the levees broke, I could literally feel the chemical warfare happening between the man-made stuff I take for maximum daily "sparkle" and my default chemistry. What happened next was totally unexpected. There was no bowling ball, no implosion-there were no tears. It was as if my person had been taken over by a far nobler puppeteer, and without hesitation or forethought, I said assuredly, "Mom, I just want you to be happy".

Huh?! I can't even tell you what we spoke about from that point because I was in total awe. When hit with the realization and magnitude of what I'd felt and spoken, I looked around both bemused and bewildered. I turned to the cats thinking they would, or could somehow, confirm my presence and add credence to the moment, but it was all me.

This is the first time I've ever faced-in clear and present awareness, such a powerful choice; not only for myself, but for my grandmother and my children and their children, and my blog readers and friends and...well, you understand. I've got far to go still, but for a moment I held the power to let go, and in some small way, I did.

Peace

Decadence

I made these on Sunday. After last week's emotional cleaver wielding-I thought I'd kick this week off by calling upon that other Cleaver. They're gorgeous, but then again so are my NYC-dental-lab-crafted custom teeth. I guess I could knife and fork one though, huh? Hmmm...

Peace and candy!