Here Kitty Kitty

I am considering entering into a commitment. In the past, I'm sure I should have taken more time and forethought when entering a relationship. Therefore, I am still dancing around the idea.

So, as many people do when they are looking at the possibility of a relationship, I looked online. There is a local humane society who lists different pets who need to be rescued from a shelter. I came across the profile of "Baxter" the cat. Baxter's "dislikes" are loud noises. His "likes" are eating, sleeping and being scratched. We just may be a match made in heaven.

I told my sister on the phone that I was considering adopting a cat. Understandably, as with some of my past relationships, she was not too pleased. "Well, you could at least get a pet that we aren't all allergic to" ... She lives in Texas.

So, disregarding my sister's advice, I met Baxter this afternoon. I grabbed a cup of coffee and went to the shelter and parked myself on the floor in front of his cage. He purred a little. Mostly, he napped. I think he likes me.

I will continue to give it a little more time before I turn into the "eccentric woman who lives alone with her cats" - But wait a minute - I hear something......I think I can hear my sister sneezing all the way down in Texas.

Here kitty kitty.....:)

I Hope You're Hungry

In a person's lifetime, there are ups and downs. I have noticed that when I am in my "downs", I tend to get......creative. As a youngster, if I had bad days, I would play the piano endlessly (not my scales), and that seemed to be my outlet. In my adult years, I turned away from the piano and tried other "artistic" endeavors. There was the summer that I painted flower pots. Lots and lots of flower pots. Then, when I was going through my divorce, I made beaded necklaces.....lots and lots of beads. A few years back when I discovered I had cancer, I spent the following weeks in my living room on my sewing machine making purses.

To be honest, most of my creations looked as though a middle school student in home economics made it for a class project. My poor mother still has colorful flower pots sitting empty in her garage....and spare bedrooms. She also has a jewelry drawer full of my necklaces and still proudly wears them as if they were something from Tiffany. I'm pretty sure she has a limp purse that I designed that she carries from time to time.

I'm going through a little blue spell which I'm sure will pass, but it has caused me to start up a new project - baking. This absolutely makes no sense, especially since I have been on a diet. Since my mother is hours away....that only means one thing - I will be trying out my creations on my brother's family who lives nearby. All I can say is - "Guys, I hope you're hungry."