This has been the week of cats for me. purrrrrrrrrr
Of course, everyday is full of feline fun since Bridget Brown moved in back in 2009. My admiration for her Long Beach, Mississippi born charm/dysfunction has been properly documented. So, I won’t stay on this too long.
The big cat news this week was when I interviewed a mother and father duo who are in jeopardy of losing their house full of cats because they have more than the 6 cat limit in Olive Branch, MS. It was a heartbreaking story full of tears, litter boxes, 16 year old elderly cats and kitchen prepared chicken lunches their owners feed them. (for real) (yum) (adopt me)
WATCH The mother and son talk about how much they love their cats.
Below :: A grown man crying over his cats
He admits it sounds silly
He loves them
Then, today there is an article in the NYTIMES talking about just what serious killers domestic cats are….I’ve known Bridget is holding in her inner huntress, but I had no idea the number of kills they make every year. Interesting read, I’m telling you.
All of this has had me singing and inconspicuously dancing to The Cure song :: The Love Cats.
It has the sweetest little chorus with adorably lyrics……
We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this The way we walk The way we talk The way we stalk The way we kiss We slip through the streets While everyone sleeps Getting bigger and sleeker And wider and brighter We bite and scratch and scream all night Let's go and throw All the songs we know... Into the sea You and me All these years and no one heard I'll show you in spring It's a treacherous thing We missed you hissed the lovecats We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully Wonderfully pretty! Oh you know that I'd do anything for you... We should have each other to tea huh? We should have each other with cream Then curl up by the fire And sleep for awhile It's the grooviest thing It's the perfect dream Into the sea You and me All these years and no one heard I'll show you in spring It's a treacherous thing We missed you hissed the lovecats We're so wonderfully wonderfully wonderfully Wonderfully pretty! Oh you know that I'd do anything for you... We should have each other to dinner huh? We should have each other with cream Then curl up in the fire Get up for awhile It's the grooviest thing It's the perfect dream Hand in hand Is the only way to land And always the right way round Not broken in pieces Like hated little meeces... How could we miss Someone as dumb as this? I love you... let's go... Oh... solid gone... How could we miss Someone as dumb as this?
There are days you just feel the long intro. Honestly, I’ve always been more a music person than one for lyrics. Though, as with most things in life if you wait they will come around. Same goes with this 1984 number I’ve danced around my house with for the last two days. Amazing the song is almost the same age as I am. Well, actually if it came out in ’84 it was probably already recorded in ’83. Possibly my life twin.
It’s friday. Rest and relaxation isn’t far away.
I’ve already decorated my house for fall — few more things to find — excited to just enjoy it this weekend as one of my old work friends makes the drive north.
I had just been thinking about how I’d love a jar (really a lifetime supply) of my Grandmother’s (Mamma B) sweet pickles.
As a kid I just didn’t understand why she would want us to eat these things that weren’t even sour and salty like the big ones we got at baseball games. Those adults were so wacky. You couldn’t even get me started on why my dad put salt on his watermelon, blah, or that hot sauce on greens.
Can’t remember when I realized those pickles were outstanding, but I would polish off a full jar in one sitting. This is still the case.
Now, Momma B isn’t a woman of fuss. There were no fancy stickers on the jars — forget ribbon. They just said pickles. Syrupy sweet with seasoning I’ve never even been able to identify.
I saw on facebook of all places that Williams & Sonoma stores across the country were having free classes on pickling. The timing was perfect considering the time is right for our ancestors to have put away their fresh fruit and veggies for the winter and that Williams & Sonoma has a fantastic line of expensive canning supplies that I didn’t even know existed. Did you know it’s suggested you have a proper extra deep cannng pot? Or some way cool metal arms you stick down in the water to remove the boiling jars? Yea, I didn’t either, but I do now. The ingredients aren’t pricey, but all the extras I’m going to want will be!
We made dill pickles, sweet relish and dilly beans (crispy & perfect for bloodies).
I went into it thinking the class would just be a neat way to pass the time on a slow sunday morning, but I now know I can do this.
The principles are the same for fruit jams, chutney and preserves.
Don’t be shocked when you get cans of who knows what from me for the holidays. Don’t worry :: I’m trained.
I had a little cry tonight. It was a nice cry. It was a reflective cry. No sobbing. No gross runny nose or headache.
A friend tweeted me a secret solo of George Harrison’s from Here Comes the Sun.
You know how late night web time works. One thing led to another and I was looking at picture after picture of George. This song then that song.
He was so special. His songs have always made me feel so raw, a part of something so big.
I got to All Things Must Pass
I just talked to a friend of mine the other night about loss and life and how we as humans have to deal with knowing loss is inevitable.
I’m not necessarily talking about death, but about moments, seasons, weekends, jobs, loves, friendships, youth, days
I was 25 when I finally came to grips with the idea that it all ends. The good and the bad. When I finally let this sink in I found comfort.
I’ve never been good with endings. The idea is just so harsh, but I’m getting better. I’m becoming more appreciative.
If I really notice the good. Really feel the breeze and think about how the breeze feels on my skin, I can remember it when the air is still and hot.
Darkness only stays at nighttime
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving
At the right time
It’s not always
Going to be this grey
Now that I’ve made you want to poke your eyes out
Listen to My Sweet Lord and smile