Not only because it's proof this isn't House Scrooge, but because the neighbor pal who doubted us got to help. It was a whole family thing. I probably should be out there, but I love the muffled chatter of many happy people. It's a great background for Mary and I. She's teething on my iPad case while I write in the quiet master bedroom. A winter win-win! † † And... It's beautiful! I wish I had 20 more little fake trees in here, I love trees so much. I have to live like a married family woman, though. Not an eccentric. Nobody has to tell me.
Everywhere I look there are memories." Winter Sunshine said, sadly. "Like over there, where [Songbird] and [Junior] used to often fight."
"But just remember, we have happy memories here, too." I implored, gesturing with my hands, as though I could magically conjure those images. My paws are always swiping the air when I talk, unless I'm on the go, spilling something.
"Would it cost more to move or renovate?" She asked, betraying her idea.
"Way more to move" I chirped, happy to provide the point. "A few grand and this place would be reborn!"
Being raised by a "Martha Stewart" of hostesses does not a hostess make. I'm living proof. Maybe my dear auntie didn't get to me soon enough but that woman could cook and cater like no one else I knew and I lived with her during my formative teens. My mom was okay, too. Actually, mom is the one I take after in that way; but she didn't make herself. I'd really like to know who's fault it is, honestly, that I am no domestic goddess. I'm going to blame the Great Spirit. Gee, thanks, Dad! †† † But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a...
Late in the afternoon she sits with me trapped in the cornerís shadows a memory that comes and goes light hair unlike my own dark eyes that mourn the absence between us her life a task of waiting she did not choose
The light shines through her body her eyes fill with tears but still she says nothing nothing at all
She waits until the sun disappears and then she goes taking my heart with her leaving a silent space no words can fill
My love the one Iíll never have who calls to me so...
Ok. † Just kidding! † Tell me you haven't been there, wise-people. Tell me you never re-learned a thing! Okay, so since this should be understood by the close of your first half century, how do we all end up destroying so much of our lives over this fact? † † Oh, right. We don't listen when we are young fools. So we self-sabotage by refusing to retrain ourselves like we've been encouraged to do through cheesy children's stories, Grandma, stuff like that, and then we go and chalk it up to a flaw in our...
Yeah, we put the cat in the toilet!" Exclaimed one boy.
"We tried to trap him in it but he jumped,out!" The other one explained.
"So at least you weren't killing him" I practically sighed the words out. I had just runhollering down the hall to save my favorite feral buddy and was still a little breathless with the rush of it all. "He really screamed at you. Are you a little nuts!? You could have been scratched."
Knowing the cat found the safety of an open window made me feel better. Too bad we didn't dry him off. I guess he had an interesting tongue bath. ...
You are royal. You own your life. So are any children you have, from birth. But there is no "free-will." You are a creature of nature and purpose driven. Still, all sovereigns have ownership of their choices. Fully. Brace for consequences.
Think you can choose your beliefs? Try to believe up is down or 1+1=5
Someone who read my "teachable moments" and knew my tree wasn't still up drew the worst conclusion possible, that we were procrastinating because we didn't like Christmas anymore. No. That is literally an artistic side effect of winter painting and other play in the way of getting out the tree.
We keep telling ourselves we are getting around to it today, tomorrow, then today again... and Thanksgiving is just one week ago!
This is a perfect example of why we don't like having visitors. Everything is judged.