The Ninth Life

Last week, we said goodbye to our 17-year-old kitty, Marilyn. ¬†She was also ¬†known as “Mairilyn-tail-in-the-air-ilyn.” ¬† She was a perfect little lady.

While searching albums and drawers for photos of her I realized that during the course of her life a ton of stuff¬†happened around this place. ¬†We got engaged. ¬†We re-did the living room. ¬†(My husband gutted it and rebuilt it from the floor joists on up.) ¬†We painted the house. ¬†We got married. ¬†We added a porch. ¬†We re-did the bathroom. ¬†(Another gut job.) ¬†We replaced the roof. ¬†We re-did the kitchen. ¬†(Gut job number three) ¬† ¬†New windows were next. ¬†Then, we painted the house again. ¬†Finally we re-sided the garage. ¬†We planted vegetables, grapevines, apples, peaches and blueberry bushes. ¬†We removed overgrown lilacs and forsythia. ¬†We got a tractor. ¬†We are still in disbelief that we were ever so foolish as to think a riding lawn mower could “cut it” around here. ¬†We experienced¬†an ice storm, and a derecho, and we are fine if we never do again. ¬†Throughout it all we were encouraged and supported by a wonderful family. ¬†(I guess that’s what I meant by “We”–¬† our human¬†family, and of course our animal companions. )

I browsed nine lifetimes of memories in search of that one photo.  We miss you, old friend.




Eating with Our Eyes

After a 10 day period that included, in rapid-fire succession, aggressive work deadlines, malfunctioning major appliances, a seriously ill pet and a burglary, we’re just a little exhausted, but otherwise OK. ¬†Except we tend to eat poorly in times of crisis, and leaned heavily on our favorite comfort/convenience foods. ¬†You know the ones–mac and cheese, potatoes, take-out pizzas and sandwiches. ¬†Then my mom sent me home with possibly the prettiest salad ever. ¬†projects&promises|salad (2 of 3)

My mom’s a genius at food; ¬†not just the preparation, but the presentation. ¬†She could have been a food-stylist. ¬†When we got this salad it felt like Christmas. ¬†Actually, like the Christmases of “long ago” when appreciative children pulled jewel-like oranges from their stockings and were grateful for the sweetness and nourishment during the short, dark winter days. ¬†Yay for salad, and moms! ¬†projects&promises|salad (3 of 3)