A New Chapter In My Story

Pictures often say it better than I can put it into words.
This all took place a couple weeks ago.
We loaded all our belongings onto a U-Haul…with the help of these men and several others.
We could not have done it without them.
And several times I heard them ask if we really thought we could get it all in that truck.
We did. They did, those wonderful friends helped my husband stack and pack it all. 
And then the house was empty.
Do you know how hard it is to say goodbye to your home?  I suspect that many of you do.
My husband made that hearth and mantle.  
We left that home better than the way we found it.  
We took the memories with us.  Really good memories.
Two days later another group of beautiful people, young and old alike,
greeted us and helped us clean our new home and then unload all that stuff.
Some of the men accused ME of reloading said truck 
as soon as they would take a box out of it.   
(I was too overwhelmed and tired to lift any boxes by then!)
Again…we could not have done it without them.
This made me think of book ends.  We were surrounded by love in Ohio, 
then we were surrounded by love again in Missouri.
We will make this home a better place than how we found it.
Yes. We like those “fixer uppers”.
Floors are being sanded, gutters cleaned, plans for repair projects are happening.
And somewhere in there we are getting some rest.
Meanwhile, the cats turned out to be great travelers.
They are adjusting to our new digs, gazing out the windows and carefully
checking out the neighborhood from a safe distance,
running and hiding as soon as a new sound or a new person comes their way.
I wonder what they were ‘discussing’ as they sat there among all the chaos?
On second thought maybe I don’t want to know.
Now if I could just find my kitchen scissors…

Daily ritual

When I get home from work this is how the cats greet me.
They have started “hiding” under this S-curve toy that we have.
The real purpose behind the “hiding” is an invitation to play.
Note the leather glove.  Self protection is a must.
The Claw.  Yes. Sharp, precise, deadly.  Leather gloves are good.
Then someone else has to see what is going on, join in on the fun,
but not before a couple of well placed hits from… the claw.
And when one leaves the other takes over. More kicking, biting, wrestling.
Did I mention how good it is to have leather gloves?
It’s also good to be able to crop photos, avoiding potentially embarrassing angles.
Just a bit of our daily ritual for your Saturday morning enjoyment!

Lessons from a Cat

Rossfeld in the sun

He’s playful. He’s ornery. He is cute as a button. There is that notch in his left ear that he came with, and that one tooth that kind of hangs out.

And sometimes I just can’t resist him. He gets away with everything. We ‘rescued’ him from the barn yard of good friends of ours, and life has been more fun ever since.  Rossfeld teaches us things in his own quirky ways, and when we least expect it.  

Like the Sunday before Christmas…

After so many dark dreary days the Sun finally came out.  We came home after lunch and this one came running in the house after being outside in the cold all morning long.  After the usual snuggling and petting and needing to be fed, he decided to go back out toward the back door. I soon realized why. The Sun was shining and was beaming in through the window and he had to sit in the warmth.  His fur as he sat there was blissfully warm to my touch.

Photography gives us that medium to freeze a moment in time, maybe to remind us of what was good, and of what is.  Especially now.  It’s been gloomy.  We’ve been through some sad, mournful days when innocent people lost their lives. The Big Holiday is now past and with that comes some let down of emotion and expectation.  A new year comes just around the corner, and where will it take us, we wonder. 

I grabbed my camera and sat in the warm sun with him, snapping one photo after another.  All that time I was mindful of how important it is to seek out that light, and to just be here in the moment.  Then this cat, in all his glory, wiggles and squirms on the step to find just that right way to sit and enjoy what he is doing then and there.  

That’s when he had me. I want to bottle up the joy of that moment, captured here, when he looked at me and made me forget all that has come before or will come to pass.  

This little moment is what really counts.

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