I know, I know. It's seems like forever since I last posted. Thankfully, my husband feels genuine pangs of guilt if we don't keep the blog active. I don't suffer guilt so he gets to update regularly. The man's turning into a real blogger… as opposed to yours truly who blogs occasionally. (He also exaggerates mightily.)
SWAT!
Tsk
We're in Cape Breton – cool days, freezing cold nights, a lot of rain - gorgeous when it's over the Atlantic. I'm in heaven!
His Holiness is in protective mode – "wear this, wear that, stay out of the rain, etc." I'm in ignoring him mode and to ensure my safety, I keep the Rotts and Mastiff close.
Took a short detour down to Chicago for a couple of days. A constant from my childhood – Molly from Molly's Diner – the lady who fed all the hungry kids in my neighborhood growing up – passed away. I've never written much about Molly; she was a particularly private person and a really generous one. One day I'll have to tell you about her huge heart and her creative ways to feed the hungriest of us without patronizing. Huge crowds of adults came to her funeral; some I knew, many were strangers. Those who spoke sang high praise to this woman who kept many of us from starvation and who hid us when the social workers came around looking for us. I'll always be grateful that she had a special place in her heart for us ragamuffins.
Henry, our Canuck cat has finally won over the dogs – still working on DomTom. Apparently our cat has a definite bias against Canadian cats. Cowboy refers to Henry as that "wandering waste of fur" and "Fitzroy." Fitzroy is the name given to Henry the VIII's royal bastards. Fitz=bastard; roy=royal. I had no idea ole Henry was able to procreate felines…
Cowboy is getting O-L-D! He had a birthday first of June. Tsk! Another one! I felt sorry for the old guy and ate most of his cake and ice cream. This did not go over very well and when he got itchy hands I set the dogs on him. He's still kinda spry but there's no doubt he's slowing down.
SWAT!
Tsk
Bundling up to sit on the deck to watch the sun set over the water – brisk breezes, gorgeous sunset, hovering giant squid. I'm planning to anoint the next full moon with a naked dance. However… first I have to chase the squid into a closet and lock the door. Trying to dance and dodge the Neanderthal is a lot of work. I thought I'd leave some peachy things warm from the oven to distract him. Cross your fingers for me! Sometimes I just gotta dance!
~Sar~
7 comments:
Sar, so good to hear from you, it seems whatever happens, you don't change.
Still as delightfully impish as usual, though I'm sure Cowboy has another word for it.
Having read all you have posted, I know a little of your childhood, Mollys' story would fit in well.
I'm glad that you have some good memories, they do help.
Cowboy may be a tad overprotective, but only because he loves you, however you know that perfectly well.
Do take care of yourself.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
Ahhhh... Sar, always good to hear from you. Wonderful to know you and Cowboy are happy and that you can still dodge when necessary.
Molly sounds like the type of woman this world needed and still need. I'm glad you were there to honor her.
Blog when you can but I sure wish you had time for a story or two - I really miss them too.
Hugs,
PK
Of course you HAVE to dance naked under the moon it's the Summer Solstice! A high holy holiday for anybody Wiccan but even if you are not,dance it does a body good. As long as you have protection that is. :)
So glad you are feeling better,sorry to hear about your childhood protector. Sounds as if she was well loved by you and all that knew her. Hmmm my verification word is singsdan,interesting almost a real word.
Good to hear from you. Molly sounds like an amazing woman/ I am glad you were able to honor her. Wish there were more like her in the world. Good luck with your dancing and dodging. Maybe you better have lots of wearm peach desserts ready and your babies nearby.
Sar, it's so lovely to hear from you, form both of you. Hearing about the Mollys of this world makes me feel good: thank you for sharing a little about her.
Thank you Sar. I read your blog from afar(UK!), and learn something everytime, this time its the origin of Fitzroy!
Having read a little of your childhood I am amazed you have survived to be as grounded as you are, and that you are able to share so much. Dance all you want, I think you're a star.
Been a long time. I spent many years growing up in and then revisiting Cape Breton. Many, many fond memories. Many extended visits to northern and western Quebec too. The quiet is amazing, the comfy even better.
Enjoy.
patty
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