Pretty sure that this old gal…
has got the secret to a happy life.
Hunker down…
stretch out…
get comfortable…
stay loose…
and always, always…
take plenty of naps.
Ever wish you were a cat?
When you look at a typical pile of cast off clothing, it’s likely you have the same conversation going on in your head that a lot of us do.
“Can someone else wear that?”
“Should I just donate it to DI or Good Will?”
“Is it unwearable?”
“Should we throw it away?”
But lately–since my beloved sewing machine has made it’s way home, every too-short shirt and badly fitting sweater has begun morphing in my mind–to something…
more.
Suddenly, I’m seeing the dreaded, disturbing collection as a fabulous store of potential—spread out in front of me…
waiting to see what’s next for them in the universal “repurpose” life plan…
My head seems filled with 10,000 little sticky notes…
giving a new direction to something old or torn or droopy or faded or just plain ugly.
It feels good to recycle paper and plastic and unplug the cell phone charger and turn out the lights and use less water and sew pretty handbags out of evil plastic sacks and make things we need right now out of things we thought we were finished with.
This all may seem like tiny drops in the big, huge world bucket—but doing something always beats doing nothing. So, because we honestly really love this place, this pretty, little planet…we choose something…
and it feels very right.
My sister-in law is from Oklahoma and has a slight accent. She has cats and when she lived in the south she would take them to the groomers and have what is called a Line Cut. To her a line cut is when all of the fur hanging down below the cat’s tummy is taken off (because it gets matted or snarled).
When she moved to Chicago with my brother, some of the cats fur got all tangled up so she took it in for a line cut. She was quite surprised when she heard the price as it was twice as much as it was down south. She confirmed with the groomer that he understood what a line cut was and he said “Yes, I know what a LION cut is.” It seems her accent came out sounding like LION not LINE and this is how her cat was returned to her.
She cried for a week…but not as much as the cat. It was November in Chicago and the cat needed all the fur it had.”
1. The snow coming down as I type. Our state always needs more water. So it’s a big deal to get all this new stuff. I just want to be snowed in at least once in my life.
2. Pink lights on a canopy bed. It’s very exotic and makes me feel particularly fancy somehow. Even if I’m just wearing a sweatshirt and jeans.
3. A baby girl who loves her monkey.
4. A baby boy who loves to laugh.
5. A baby “chomp” who could show up any day now. Maybe we’ll wake up one of these mornings and Lyndi will have a sweet, warm bundle all cuddled up with her. I suppose, in real life we’ll know when she decides that she’s truly coming. But since Lyndi is having a home birth–it could be a surprise for us–any time now.
6. A well attended puzzle on a wintery day.
7. Dear friends in a beautiful place.
8. A beautiful place
9. A pristine kitty
10. A letter from a happy boy in a very cold, faraway land.
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