An empty nester’s stand-alone turkey

I wasn’t born yet but been told as people sat around their televisions, watching the parade, their joy, happiness, and pride of what they saw, ended abruptly.  Back in 1963, on November 22, families in their nests around the United States were in shock.  Their beloved President had been assassinated. The sudden empty nest feeling of the first family was likely the worst thing ever to experience.  Jackie with her two young children had to go on and recover from the...

A glamorous side of sludge

Some mornings I long to start the day on the glamorous side of sludge. Then reality sets in. I grab my cup of coffee, heat it in the microwave while opening up the Greenies bag.  I toss one out on the floor just in time for Copper as he rounds the corner.  Step one done. “Meow, meow, meow…” Just wait already, I’d like a sip of coffee first.  Jeez… I’m reminded as a pet lover, I’m responsible for the prompt...

A fastidious mouse

If I were a small mouse. Looking to build a winter’s house. To place my treasures galore. Of course, I’d choose a corner nook of a human’s front door. Okay, maybe rhyme writing isn’t a certain gift of mine…but there’s a noteworthy short story here.  Really, there is. Yesterday, we discovered we have one particular mouse wanting to share our house.  We’re assuming it is a mouse, and just one, we hope…who else would do stuff like this?! Whatever it is has done...

A tenantable revival

As landlords, my husband and I have discovered over the years there are a wide variety of atmospheric conditions left when renters term their leases. We absolutely love it when they leave the place as nice, if not better from when they first moved in. When the place is left with just some routine clean-up, we’re grateful.  And if the bathroom is left fairly clean, we can bet the rest of the place is the same. We’ve learned, unfortunately, that’s a...

The exploding mushroom

We’ve all been there, we can’t deny it.  Well, unless you’re perfect, in which case, do share your tips on how to avoid this common problem. What problem? I’m talking about when we let our procrastination mushroom to the point of almost exploding before we finally take action. When we avoid doing what we know we need to do, we are walking along in life, not really noticing how slowly it is growing.  Like a fungal species, just waiting to pop and...

In color or black & white, your collections should make you smile!

Collections are droll to other people gazing upon them, that is unless they are a collector too.  Collectors tend to pause and celebrate when they see something that makes them smile. In my kitchen, I have a simple little apple collection.  I’ve gathered them myself or received as gifts over the years.  You know, the usual way collections happen. My apples used to be cluttered.  But in a dusting flurry one day, I became ruthless.  Or as one might call it – I had a...

Simply experimental

I can’t think of a time where I’ve picked up my camera that hasn’t been experimental.  As a learning-as-I-grow-photographer, I simply adore trying to capture fun photos in my everyday life. While most people would cringe at the thought of a cat close to human food about to be eaten, (especially you non-cat lovers)…our cats take every opportunity to get just close enough to be annoying. But they rule the house.  And don’t you worry, we do toss them aside...

The lifestyle of a dubious minimalist

The hot trend of today is to let go of your stuff and minimize your life.  Become a minimalist they say!  It’s easy, just get rid of things that don’t add value to your life. I love the idea of minimalism and get it, and…I have tried implementing it in so many ways only to succumb to moments of “OMG, I fricken’ needed that item I just donated, or worse, I just threw it away yesterday.” Grrr…dang it minimalists… “Why oh,...

Cleaning up with the help of dance floor riffs

It was just me, a broom & dustpan, a mop & bucket with cleaning fluid, a toothbrush & cloth, and the radio playing 1980’s riffs.  I love 1980’s music!  It is rare if I can’t remember the words to those songs. Sounds like the perfect day, right? Oh, I forgot to add the dirty floor, too.  Not from dancing mind you, but from neglect in the form of regular cleaning.  It is a big floor too.  Lots of dancing space for...

The black side of going gray

I remember being a small child and the thrill of finding an awesome hiding spot.  It had to be a dark spot, but not too dark, just the right amount of shading.  I could peer out and see others, but they couldn’t see me.  I could settle in and be an observer of the world around me. I felt safe there, even though when I first crawled in, it was black and a bit lonely in my hiding spot.  Eventually, I’d...