... with the past, I hung a grapevine wreath. It lends a nice, old-fashioned rustic touch to my front door, and (bonus!) drops no needles.
As a hanger I'm using a shoelace covered with pawprints. Next year I've got to remember to add a red ribbon. Or maybe gingham.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, December 18, 2015
And I'm just sitting here
11:00 AM. My first day off, and I haven't moved from the sofa. Not even to bathe.
I feel alternately disgusted by my laziness and thrilled that I'm literally surrounded by cats (Joey on my left, purring and keeping my feet warm, Connie curled up like a fur shrimp on my right, and Reynaldo dozing on the back of the sofa, behind my head).
Much as I hate to disturb my feline roommates, I've got to get up sometime ...
Day 18: I'm greedy
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