Tell Me

Would you know me by where I live? Could you locate me in a crowd after wandering around my living space? Is understanding me and my decision to live in the place I do as easy as seeing my surroundings?

This much I can say…

I admire trees. They grow from a nut in the ground and even if chopped down, even close to the dirt, new shoots can grow from the stump of the dead.

I don’t keep up with the Jones or the Warrens (an affluent family in my area.)

I prefer vintage.

I value resilience, a life lived whether that life was long or short, arduous or kind. It’s all part of this blessed aging process. 

I fill my place with cherished items because I’m sentimental.

I inherited a dining table from my grandparents. The surface is marred with markings from my uncles. With only Mom and one uncle remaining of this large family, I hold close to this piece of history of the family. 

A red tractor’s chair came from my dad’s business. It was part of a set, he tells me. I always hear a bit of regret in his voice since he didn’t keep the blue one also. I sat on the red one when I was young. A tractor’s seat welded onto a coil and base.

When I walk into my home, I see the value. But, possibly someone different who may look at me would see my frugality.

I’m eclectic, maybe even cluttered.

My place is dusty and often unorganized.

I’m not wealthy. Still, I value appearance, but it isn’t in a way requiring control. I’m wanting to shake off the chains.

Naps, comfort, books, caring for others, and cats are valuable.

Instead of asking, “What’s your name? What do you do?” Rather, we might have someone describe their car or their clothing choice. I’d like to try that sometime. Maybe I will.

What’s your place like and how did you choose? Is it stamped with all of the trimmings of you? Or, as it sometimes happens, did it choose you? Leave a comment below. I’d love to read it.

Here’s a fun site-Curating Cozy Spaces

A book I enjoyed-Style Statement – Carrie and Danielle

Bravery In The Wee Hours

Ready. I prepared to hit the spider my cats had cornered in the bathroom, and I held a napkin for the clean-up—me, the tired human living with two felines who chase bugs.

Lions, Tigers, and Bears

Even in the middle of the night, my male cat leaps over objects to obtain prey. Like the predators they are, my two lovely beasts will stop at nothing, not even toppling lamps, to reach a moth or “water bug.” I put the last in quotes since exterminators have informed me those large critters are American Roaches.

Oh My!

It was before my coffee, and I expected to see one of the brown American visitors being the latest prey. Until I saw it wasn’t. I’d been rather blasé regarding the event because of my assumption. Seeing changed my attitude. Every inner alarm came on and I was awake. I started grabbing needed supplies and shouting commands like a drill sergeant, “I need paper towels.” I also snatched a shoe I’d slipped off after work last night.

I was ready.

I flew into the bathroom, still freaking out about seeing the massive spider in front of the two cats, and then I looked closer. Dammit! It was a black plastic Halloween spider. My cats had spoofed me.

Cats! They do the darnedest things.

Cats make me smile