Thursday, January 09, 2025

I like big butts..






..because they make big bags. 

I removed the GO'keefe bag from dye storage duty for some daily use. Gave it a good wash and dry and spent a morning giving it some personality. It bothered me that it was so plainly repurposed jeans, no matter how well done. 

I like that it's big enough to haul my Chromebook, Tarot cards, paperbacks, notebook, and a change of clothes. 
The front pockets are deep and cushy for my phone on one side and keys on the other, just as if I were wearing them. All the pockets work even the tiny watch pocket. 

One thing is needed. A couple of good-sized magnetic closures for the top. Crap tends to spill out when I toss it in a chair instead of finding a way to hang it up.






Sunday, January 05, 2025

Saturday, January 04, 2025

Back in my nest.

We had a full week together including a New Year's Eve party. 

I had forgotten how uncomfortable I am in large gatherings. It's not a case of being an outsider, I just max out my tolerance for noise and ruckus early. I'm the one you see sitting on the porch in the dark. Or watching an old black & white movie in a spare bedroom. Or teaching the kids to play poker. 

We orbited each other a lot. Both of us in thrall of some sort of Christmas stuff, especially Ms. Nibbler. I kept calling her Devil.  So full of feist!



She climbed up on the bed a bit each bedtime and at daybreak. Today she spent long minutes pulling that scrunchie out of my hair. Then tucking herself in beside me to run her ratchety motor. 

She has some very puppy moments, chasing and fetching, and acting all bad like a Halloween cat when you leave the room or psssst at her for begging at (or climbing on) the dinner table. All in all, a charmer. And, Jude, mark for mark, she seems to be a carbon copy of Soul-o.




And this one, gliding the concrete hills and valleys so confidently. His teacher told him that falling and getting hurt is inevitable. I would never have imagined this was something that he'd gravitate to, but he seems to love it. Mothers like to dim the memory of the risky crap their grown kids were up to. No such pass for Nanas. 



 

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

And happy New Year

 



I cling to the sweet and safe while the social pot boils. 

I had another visit with Mom who reminded me, platinum white claw held high, "This too shall pass."

And I remembered the day that she added, "whatever two they are bitching about."



Thursday, December 26, 2024

Merry Christmas ....

....where we did NOT die in a conflagration!

Bright, you say?
Colin put two strings of enormous outdoor Christmas lights on it. The kind they used to put up outside of bars. He loves vintage. 

Lovely. I was distracted and still coming down from a panic/anxiety attack (wtf?) over not being able to locate the box with all the heirloom ornaments in it. Is this what I have to look forward to as I slip the odd cog now and then? 
Chrift...I may take up drinking for real.

Back to the tree. Blazingly bright. Glorious!!
I thought about it a bit, then went downstairs and wrapped my hand around one of the bulbs. It was HOT. With almost no discussion (although he was highly peeved) he undressed the tree and removed the danger. 
I slept SO well. And the dreams!
 

Two of my favorites: Madame Rat by Dee Mallon is my topper. She's holding a paper and foil angel made by my Grandmother. She needs some attention before I put her away this year. 

And the crown on my Christmas, Jake and Missy brought Charlie here later in the day to stay over until Friday. We will keep each other busy.