Life with cats, and other things…
Forget-me-nots A couple of days ago, a Monarch butterfly floated by in the wind, so I grabbed my camera and went outside. No butterfly in sight, but I made myself walk all the way round the property, at least until the high weeds in the field halted my progress. This time of year, there's not … Continue reading Flaura
Yesterday I met with one of my "Medical Team". I only call them that because there seem to be so many. This one deals with my ears, nose and throat. Nothing very helpful came out of it. Does it ever? The reason my voice is sounding strange is because I have a polyp, most likely … Continue reading Rude awakenings
An angry-looking sun rose this morning. Perhaps a reflection of my mood Or the mood on our planet Something best not dwelt upon. . So here's an offering from George Bernard Shaw: How to pronounce English: I take it you already know of tough and bough and cough and dough. Others may stumble, but not … Continue reading Anger
From sunsets to sunrises. Misty mornings these days in Cambridge. I like the look. In the Animal Rescue website I do my daily "click" which is supposed to provide food for homeless animals. I don't know how they work it out, advertising and sales, no doubt. Anyway it's a nice thought and it takes no … Continue reading Darkness and light
Colin's ashes were returned to us today. Yes, I paid for a private cremation. In the old days, people used to bury their pets, as far as I recall. Back then I didn't have a cat or dog, so I don't know how it would have been handled. I can't remember what happened to our … Continue reading Letting go?
Yesterday, Grant took me for a drive, in the hope of seeing something that would lift me out of the funk. See Blackie there? I feel like that, only a lot less relaxed. From what I can gather I have PAWS. Well yes, 11 sets of them, but that's not what I mean. Post Acute … Continue reading Don’t do OXY
When we were kids, my brother and I didn't have television. It was a fairly new invention and one my father treated with disdain. So we only got to view it when we visited relatives. One of the programmes I was allowed to watch was "Bill and Ben the Flower-pot Men." The only thing I … Continue reading Weed
Deptford pink It's one of those times of year. In between. Not this. Not that. Maybe it's me, but I find it unsettling. But then, right now, I find everything unsettling. The only thing to do is look to Nature. Which at the moment is also kind of betwixt and between. However, I still found … Continue reading Betwixt and between
Maybe it was the Moony blues. Maybe it was the ever growing angst in the country. Maybe oxy withdrawal, though I think not that. Maybe it was losing Colin. Maybe it was overdoing it in the garden. Or maybe a bit of everything. None of that equals a hill of beans. So why did I … Continue reading Moony Blues
Dear little dicky-bird You're so sweet I love the feel of those little feet On my finger. Your tiny, soft feathers Exquisitely fine I'm ever so proud You're a friend of mine. . Grasping at straws today, I found this little bird in my photos and his sweet face gave me something to smile about. … Continue reading Dicky bird
