~This Moment~

~This Moment is a Friday tradition, capturing a special moment from the week~

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your moment in the comments, for all to see.

Janece, Amira, Leo, Maria, Natalie~

Pumpkin carving is such a fun tradition.

BOO!

We're no scaredy cats, 
but the clock is ticking 
and we have lots to do before Halloween! 
It's so much fun to be planning and preparing for a happy evening.

These inspired settings were at Urban Barn...We send our best wishes for thrills and delightsas you get in the holiday mood~

Loving Chango

Chango Biddy Bongo El Cubano. He is our old man cat. He's been with us about 15 years. He had a brother named Bongo Biddy Chango. They were a pair. Scout and Shadow. Geoff and I have been observing Chango, reflecting on his life, his close calls, his slow journey to domesticity, his wild eyes and tender heart. He talks, now. He lectures us, relentlessly imploring for one thing or another. At any time of the day, you are bound to hear one or another of us replying, "What is it Chango? Do you want out? Are you thirsty?" We follow him, and he takes us to the place where his heart's desire is waiting... fresh food, a scratch, out, or in, more water, love.

In his prime, he was a hunter, a survivor, a cunning puss, with an edge. He was fast, fleet. He did not tolerate fools. Now he sleeps the longest hours, he assumes the best spots, accepts affection, endearments, our doting. He asks for boosts, he moves slowly, reluctantly. We love on him, and tell him he's dear, and we sigh wistfully, because we are reminded... he cannot live forever. He should, but there will come a day, and it's terrible to imagine.

I am thankful for this time, when we can observe him, admire him, take note of his endearing qualities, even laugh warmly over his less winning habits. Nothing will stop time, and we cannot know when he will be gone, with this in mind, I am enjoying his company, appreciating his dark nose, listening to his snoring, being patient about his claws, which he struggles to retract {oh, the poor shredded sheets!} I watch him nap. I sit beside him with my yarn, and he mumbles to me for scratches.






Finally found the rest of the yarn for the granny squares I'm making. The rhythm and pattern is mostly fixed in my hands, now. I love the tutorial for this square. I love having this project to bring to dance class, to carry in the car, to enjoy after cleaning the kitchen, a reward, a meditation. Chango, I imagine, loves it, too. A new blanket coming along, and company for him. He seems to want both to be in his own place, and to not be alone.

In the morning light, I laid out the first rose square to see it next to the grays. And when Chango came back to the bed, from drinking water, he was suspicious of this arrangement.

I'd encroached on his space.

He looked at me as if to say, "This will not do."



Consentido gato, mio. Querido misifu. Stay with us, Chango, we love you so.

Good Things

Good Things...

1. The San Diego Zoo.

2. Extra special, Extraordinary Desserts.

3. Playing with your food... making from what's on hand.

4. Bambi. Alex. Alex and Bambi. Bambi and Alex. I simply love these two.

5. Taking the time to do something unexpected, stopping, exploring, playing and enjoying what the day brings.

Happy new week. I am wishing you unexpected and extraordinary pleasures this week, and many other good things, too.

His Beauty Rest

Mister Washburn Foo. Napping on my office chair. He suspects nothing, expects only the sanctity and sacredness of his nap. And then I start cleaning, with the lights on. Someone rolls the vacuum in...

Who disturbs this sacred nap?

Oh, hey, Foo. Sorry. I cannot find my yarn... don't mind me. Just tidying up a bit.

{Am I terrible for loving Foo's look of distress mixed with sad resignation, his tortured forbearance?}