In a world where tidy is in, us two cat sisters would not survive. We might not survive where thin is in either, but that's beside the point. A tidy (thin) world is manageable when we've been blessed with a mess. We have a certain attraction to papers, boxes, and containers of all shapes and… Continue reading Cat’s sweet confession to mess obsession
Category: Emptying the nest
The day my sunrise view disappeared
Twenty-seven years and now this. I can't believe the sunrise view won't be the same ever again? I'm ashamed I took it for granted all these years. Isn't that how we feel when we discover our proclivity for something as it is about to leave our lives? We don't appreciate it as much as we… Continue reading The day my sunrise view disappeared
Best presents aren’t found under the tree
This first week of celebrating an empty nest Christmas causes me to pause and reflect on what I've come to treasure at this stage in life. As I recover from my binge snacking, movie watching, and napping on Christmas day, I'm happily reviewing the pictures we took while we were together. No matter what people… Continue reading Best presents aren’t found under the tree
A mild Christmas morning
I wasn't sure I could do it...or even why? Why write a post on Christmas? Jeez...why not take a break? It's Christmas morning, I should have better things to do. Writing every morning has been my new habit for several months. Even though it was a late night, with all the Christmas Eve festivities and celebrations,… Continue reading A mild Christmas morning
Inheritance indecision
Even before my mom passed away, I began receiving an inheritance from her. I inherited her: spunk; eclectic decorating skills; you-better-listen-to-me-or-else moods; love for hugs; reluctant forgiveness (but always do eventually); and so much more. In retrospect, I inherited all the warm fuzzy stuff I loved about her. I also inherited her physical belongings (stuffed… Continue reading Inheritance indecision
A gorge of sorts (oh, and some houses…)
'Tis the season to gorge on goodies, beverages, delicacies, presents, and decorations, etc. Wait...why presents and decorations? I know, I know...gorge, by definition, means fill oneself with food. Duh...but it's okay sometimes to stretch thoughts and make words work, right? As an empty nester, and a woman over the 52-year mark (why not just say 53?… Continue reading A gorge of sorts (oh, and some houses…)