I can't imagine having to wash with only my tongue and my paw. Ewe. But cats do so all the time, and the results are elegantly beautiful. The dainty manner in which their baths are conducted is almost mesmerizing. Tizzie shows great care and concern while she performs her bathing routine. So absorbed in the process, she… Continue reading Gingerly cat bath
Month: November 2017
Temporary habits
If I sit back in reflection of how much of my daily routine consists of temporary moments, I confess it is more often than I pay attention to. From the instant I get up, to the minute I lay down to rest at night, I experience points in time that aren't permanent. Yet they orchestrate how… Continue reading Temporary habits
Faint views – CB&W
As I stand here typing at my desk, I'm a bit woozy from the faint smell of apple cider vinegar wafting around the room. The furnace has kicked in for the day, warming the chill of the air ever so slightly. An office smelling salad-like at 5:00 am seems just so wrong. It's been too long… Continue reading Faint views – CB&W
Dementia – if only there was a cure
As I held her hand the day mom took her last breath, it was a blurry day for me. If only there had been a cure, a way to have stopped what took her so early in life. We're supposed to age gracefully and live past 70, aren't we? Mom died of vascular dementia five years… Continue reading Dementia – if only there was a cure
An egg, a nose above the rest
It happens every dozen of farm fresh eggs. What happens you ask? I find myself pondering the impressiveness of the imperfections within the perfection of eggs laid by free-range chickens. The differences and the similarities are as varied as the appearance of the chickens (I imagine). Maybe the owner of the farm can tell by their… Continue reading An egg, a nose above the rest
Four marimo moss balls and a giraffe – the perfect tiny home
I'm the proud owner of four little green marimo moss balls. They've been living in their little proxy home on my shelf, along with their plastic giraffe guardian for quite some time now. Why the plastic giraffe you ask? Well, that's a side story about my brief infatuation with checking in on April the giraffe when… Continue reading Four marimo moss balls and a giraffe – the perfect tiny home