I’ve never really liked this ottoman. I think it’s kind of ugly. I bought it from Target in London when the chain was shutting down its Canadian stores. It was on sale, well made and served a purpose. It stood at the end of the guest-room bed so Spice and Miss Sugar could make the leap up more easily.
…I perceive myself as a lady, a delicate flower, a feather-light being who flows through the world like a gentle breeze. So I’m not likely to engage in discussions about crass and vulgar topics. I keep my bathroom habits private. Well, I used to, until recent developments made it impossible. But I assure you, my little rosebuds, that there are no gross landmines ahead in this post.
…That title might not be accurate. I don’t really know when I got this particular tattoo – my fourth. But Lisa, you may ask, how can you not know? It turns out there’s a lot I don’t know about it, and perhaps you don’t either.
…The sun did not shine. I was too tired to play. So I laid on the bed like I do every day.
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Happy New Year! May 2020 be the year of YOU. I wish you hope and purpose, as well as love. I’ve come to realize that happiness isn’t something you get, it something you decide on. So I hope you decide to be happy!
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This holiday season has been filled with so many wonder-fur moments! The gifts, the joy, the long cozy naps. My world has been full of delights and activity, coupled with respect for my personal space.
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My past year-end posts have tended to be about achieving goals and accomplishments. This year, it’s about just being grateful.
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My reading relationship with Malcolm Gladwell started with The Tipping Point in 2000. It continued with Blink (2005), Outliers (2008) and What the Dog Saw (2009). David and Goliath came out in 2013. And now, Talking to Strangers. You might say I’m a fan of his work.
…The most wonderful time of the year? I beg to differ. If it was so wonderful, I would be invited to participate in it.
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It’s taken me a while to digest the movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. We saw it in Palm Springs with Rob and Erin and while I think we all enjoyed it, Mr. Rogers was such an unusual man that I needed to sit with the story for a while. The movie was quietly moving and its message deceptively simple: be kind.
…You’ve heard of writer’s block? I had a severe case of the feline equivalent – blogger’s paw – while my people were on their California trek. I did not feel the urge to share my thoughts, and I couldn’t reach the keyboard on my own.
…A thousand photos and a million memories of California later, reality has resumed. Miss Sugar will share her thoughts as her regular blog returns next Tuesday. Today, I thought I’d share some more.photos from our adventure
…If you’re old enough, you might recognize today’s title as a song lyric from the 1972 soft rock hit, It Never Rains in Southern California. Albert Hammond wrote and sang it. And if you know the song, it goes on to say: It pours, man, it pours.
…Indian Canyon is a hiker’s paradise. On a beautiful day, wearing comfy shoes, we enjoyed the old trees and the sand underfoot.
My Facebook memories are popping up with photos of last year’s visit to Palm Speings. We are with the same wonderful people and dog! This trip began in San Francisco and will end with a coastal drive back to that city. Here is a sample of stuff (and Molly!) we’ve seen so far.
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It’s Father who breaks the news to me. First, he calls me his Little Sweetie. Although he does it often, it always brings a smile. Then, he marvels over the beauty of my little face. Again, nothing new. He rests his forehead on mine so I can take in a deep breath of his scent – these days it’s a mix of a wood fire, CK cologne, and of course, bacon. And just when I’m purring like a motor and reveling in his attention, he tells me he and Mother are going away for two weeks.
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Today, I’m going to tell you the story of what happened to a friend of mine. He was recently in the hospital for a serious heart issue, including a build-up of fluid around his lungs. Let’s call him C.
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