My computer has been out of it for a while now so I have not been able to post for several days. Hope I am not forgotten by my followers! I will try to get some posts out in the near future. Thanks to all who follow me and of course new followers are always welcome.
HERE IS MY CAT, Lady observing a toy frog I put down in front of her. She gave it a few shoves with her paw and lost interest quickly as it was not moving. But I thought it was a good example for today’s lesson. Lady is actually a small cat, weighing only six pounds, yet she looks huge next to the toy frog.
I have been ill recently and not able to get outside to take any photos at different times of day and light. So this is a picture of my cat, Merlin, who is now gone from me, but the photo is one in which the light and shadows are highlighted to create an interesting picture, I think.
Merlin, my beautiful cat of fifteen years passed away on March 13, 2015! He was and still is my Bliss! I have wonderful memories of him. I still have Lady, who is his sister and she is a joy but it is just not the same. I had a special bond with Merlin that I have never had with anyone else, animal or human. I know that some of you have that special relationship with an animal and we are very lucky to have, or have had, that time with them.
Here are a few photos of my home and hometown. I live within two blocks of the beach although lately I have not gotten there very often.
My cat Lady is a big part of my life and my home. She is quite the little scamp. And last is a photo of Main St. during a parade of which there are many. At the drop of a hat, there is a parade in our small town.
Hope you enjoy the photos!
This is my offering for Photo 101, the word being “Home”.
On Writing 101 we were asked to recreate a single day for today’s Post. Sounds simpler than it is to do. But here goes.
A DAY IN THE LIFE
After my cat, Lady greets me with a paw in the face, I struggle to get out of bed. Every morning is a struggle, the older I get, the more I struggle. The first thing is the bathroom where Lady directs me, in case I did not know the way. I do my business and splash water in my face and start to feel a little better. Maybe I will survive until I get to the kitchen, where I will put the kettle on for tea. Green tea of course. For the past few years, green tea has been my staple drink, for many reasons, not the least of which is that it is healthy for you.
There are so many different kinds of green tea out there, that I feel I have to get a new kind each time I go to the store. Pretty soon there won’t be enough room on the shelve for all the tea. There is green with white, green with jasmine, green with lemon and on and on. Once the water is boiled and the tea is steeped for the appropriate time, I make toast and put some almond butter and maybe a touch of orange marmalade on it. Sugarless of course as I am diabetic.
Most things I buy anymore are sugarless and there is a big selection. Not so in my mother’s day. They only had a few things you could find that were sugarless. You had to make your own whatever, if you wanted it; I sometimes made a sugarless cheesecake for my mother as she was diabetic also. Diabetes runs in our family and my grandmother, my mother, my sister and I all had/have it. Hopefully, it will not go any further and none of my daughters will get it.
After breakfast I sit down at the computer and the rest is history. I admit I waste time on the computer. I am guilty of reading several articles before I get down to the business of writing a Post. I need to limit my time on the computer because I have many other things I should be doing, like taking a walk, making the bed, taking a shower or even going for coffee. Lady tries to distract me by getting on my lap and it does interfere with my typing. She is a restless lap sitter, getting up and standing and moving around until I make her sit down or get down. After a bit of that, I will get up and start doing some of the things I have been putting off.
Been thinking of doing some painting again, another thing I have been procrastinating with. Always something else to distract me from getting out the paints and canvas. Pretty sure I will be painting soon because I usually get the urge around this time of year. Believe it or not I act on it then, in the Fall into Winter. The electricity in the air stimulates me and also the possibility of a rain storm. Maybe I will even finish that novel I’ve been working on for years. I can hear you all saying, “Un huh.”
After dinner, I usually end the day with a movie from Netflix and there is a big selection. When I pick one out, Lady and I settle in on my recliner to watch for a few hours, until it is time to toddle off to bed, book in hand. I drift off to sleep, looking forward to a new day…….
In response to the prompt from The Daily Post to write an article on sleep, dreams, etc.
I used to have a problem getting to sleep. I would read for a while because I like to read especially right before falling asleep. Falling asleep seems to denote an activity like falling, whatever that means and what that means about sleeping. Because we are usually lying down when we sleep either in bed or on the couch and sometimes on comfy chairs.
I would start out in bed with a book and sometimes with a few cookies and a glass of warm milk. Then after about an hour or so, I would start to drift off into sleep. I usually wake about three a.m. for a pee break, then either fall right back to sleep or toss and turn for a while and finally go to sleep for the night.
Then there were nights that nothing would work and I just could not get to sleep after my rituals of the book reading and the cookies and milk. I would turn out the lights and lay there and then toss and turn for about an hour, then get up and go to the couch again with the book. I’d read for a while and try to sleep again. But sometimes even that didn’t work and I would get the book out again and read some more. In the morning I would be exhausted from either no sleep at all or a few hours in between reading. I read more books during that period. At least I was getting something done, I thought.
Then there was the cat factor. Usually my two cats were good, going to their respective places on the bed and not bothering me. In fact, they were a comfort to me mostly but sometimes when I was just falling into a nice sleep, I would feel a paw on my face or in my hair. Of course I woke right up and was not happy. Fortunately, that did not happen too often but usually when there was a full moon, I could count on being awakened by one or both cats.
The last few years as my age advances, I seem to have no trouble getting to sleep at night even though I sometimes take a nap in the late afternoon. I actually look forward to going to bed, reading for about an hour, again with the cookies and milk and drifting off to sleep.
Even more so, I look forward to the afternoon naps. I actually savor the thought of lying down on the couch with the present book I am reading, which incidentally is mostly a murder mystery and sleeping like a baby with my cat Lady, lying either on top of me or somewhere in the immediate vicinity. Whichever is more comfortable for her of course.
There are several things I treasure, some more than others so it is hard to pick out just one to write about. The number one treasure for me is of course my cat, Merlin, who passed away on this past March 13. We had been together for fifteen years. He was the apple of my eye and he kept me happy and amused most of the time with his antics. And of course, I spoiled him rotten. I picked him out of a litter and I had the pick of the litter, as the person who had the mother cat was a friend. It was the first time I had a cat of my own and at my age I was wondering if it would work out. I wasn’t as spry as I used to be and I had been a ‘dog’ person’ before that.
But now that I was older and living alone, I thought that a cat may be the ideal pet for me. A few friends thought I would love having a cat, saying that a cat would be no trouble. You don’t have to walk them or scoop up their poop, I was told and they clean themselves and they love to be petted and sit on your lap. Even sleep on the bed if you want them to.
So when a friend’s cat had kittens, she asked me if I was interested and she said that I could have the pick of the litter. Enter Merlin! He seemed to be so darn easygoing and of course cute as a kitten. Well he was a holy terror when I got him home. Knocking over everything that wasn’t nailed down, including a lamp and vase, smashing the vase. It just happened to be in his way as he leaped from chair to table and all around the house. Good thing he was so darn cute.
To be continued.
This is going to be a longread, so I am breaking it up into two or three pieces.Thanks for reading and for any feedback you would like to contribute.