Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
So sweet and CREATIVE! I'd be jealous if I weren't so impressed.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I was visiting a local library yesterday and displayed staff picks for good reads led me to pick this one up. I'm 54 pages into it and so far so good. For some reason I have a weird, completely out of place (for me, anyway) mild fascination with military history. Can't say why, though I suspect it's part of my nascent fascination with history in general.
History, a subject I cared very little for until about a year ago. Until the History Channel forced me to confront the fact that the world is very large, very complicated, and has been around a very long time.
So much still to learn. I guess you could read nothing but history for the rest of your life and still have books left untouched as you breathe your last. This is intriguing to me.
The last book I read about history was Norman Cantor's Inventing The Middle Ages, published to acclaim in 1993. A dense book, it demanded far more background knowledge about Europe than I knew then (or will probably ever know), but it was cool all the same.
I don't feel dumb when I read books that are above me. I feel spunky for trying. You know, that old "reach for the stars" thing?
But today ... a fortuitous find. Two Cedar Mugs in Gypsy Green (pictured) and two Cedar Mugs in blue/stars (couldn't find an image, and my camera went belly up). These were five dollars each in an off-price store. Brand new, labels still on them, five dollars a piece! I now own four of the mugs which -- had I purchased them from overseas -- would have cost me probably in the area of U.S. $100 (as in hundred) with those exorbitant shipping rates.
What can I say? The world is falling down around us, the polar ice caps are melting, the economy is in the toilet, but for this hour, this evening, I am happy over this very little thing.
Hey, I take it where I can get it.
This sweet and kind little beast was just recently diagnosed with feline kidney disease. Ugh. It's progressive and terminal, and though the vet caught it in its earliest stages, it will eventually take her life. Double ugh.
I didn't think I could love another cat as much as I love my own, but ... I was wrong. To absorb this information and see her in the throes of not eating, not drinking, enduring the indignity of at home subcutaneous re-hydration, totally off of her game, well it was nothing short of heartbreaking. I honestly didn't know I cared as much as I do.
There is a "Miss Mary"-shaped place in my heart.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
This is why I have decided that the dollhouse should be yellow, and not pink as I'd originally planned. Nope, yellow it is. Cheerful and just the tiniest bit unexpected. This will be my "buttercup bungalow" in miniature.