My People

My People
My People - Cosette, Austin, Oliver, Cody, me & Ryan. Just think, had I not lived, these people wouldn't be on the planet. They are my whole heart!

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens...

Guess who hasn't been out of the house in a week?
That would be me.
I've worn a path between my converted garage bedroom to the back door to let animals in and out... to the kitchen for sustenance and indulgence... to the bathroom for... well, you know what that's for... and back to my little nest.
I'm not bored.
I've got one of those incredibly creative minds that always has something brewing.
Or, you could say that the voices in my head keep me entertained. *wink*
But actually, the furbabies and my mama are my constant companions.
Here are a few of my favorite things from the past week:

 Our family friend, Eddie Ramsaier, has been hospitalized most of 2013 due to an illness that has left him paralyzed. Let me just say that I have never met a more lovely and loving family than the Ramsaiers. Mrs. is Greek and is the most amazing cook. When you go to dinner at their house you will take home enough food to not need groceries for the next week. Their three daughters are all extremely personable and talented girls. Purple Michael and I cast them as three of the five sisters in Fiddler on the Roof back in 2002 which was the most brilliant stroke of luck for us. While we were busy taking care of the show, the Ramsaier family took care of us. They fed us. They did anything and everything we needed them to do for the show. When Michael's car broke down - a very stressful situation since he was commuting a great distance from the theatre - Eddie waved his hand and said in his best Long Island accent, "Michael, don't worry about it... we'll take care of it". And he did. They give the most fabulous parties, complete with singalongs and Greek dancing... they are just one of those rare specimens of families that love each other and stay together and out of the strength of that bond are able to share their love with their community. Eddie has a long way to go but his love for his family is so strong that I believe he'll be back to hosting before long. They sold shirts for people to wear to show Eddie how many people he has pulling for him and I was tickled to be able to buy one. I'm wearing it proudly, even it if is in Yankee blue.

Nothing cracks me up more than animals behaving as humans. There's a word for that but my pharmaceutical fog has stolen it from my brain. Please ignore the pile of clothes waiting to be hung up on my wardrobe rack... and the piles of stuff accumulated on the piano... and look at the precious kitty on the right who is focused on the big bird on the tv screen. He is plotting to somehow track that birdie down.
You gotta have frie---ends...
Lady the dog and Eddie the cat camouflage themselves in the brown shag carpet that has seen better days.
Eddie is not particularly sociable. Sometimes he plays troll and hisses at everyone who wants to go past him. Sometimes he comes up to me and lays his head on my shoulder.
Lady is old - about 13 years - and had a huge cyst taken off of her last Summer. She has another cyst coming up that we just noticed the other day. She is arthritic and moves slowly unless Pop announces that it's BISCUIT TIME and then she is Canine Flash. She can "sit" and if you ask for "paw" she shakes your hand. You don't ever start petting her unless you're ready for a long term commitment because she will keep pestering you to go on and on and on.



I never get tired of the uncatlike (not a word) positions that Trouble gets himself into. I can't even imagine how it could be comfortable. Last night he slept on my pillow with me... or, more accurately, I slept on his pillow with him. If you've ever had fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis and sciatica and piriformis syndrome... you know how painful it is to lay in one position so as not to disturb the cat. I bet that even if you don't have all those afflictions you can imagine how hard it is to sleep perfectly still. Little Trouble Kitty is a fairly affectionate cat. Like most cats, he picks and chooses when he will allow you to share the love with him. Last night it was at 3am. Whenever I say, "give mommy kisses" he lowers his head and sort of nuzzles my forehead with his little forehead. It's so precious! Except at 3am when you wake up being suffocated by fur.
Trouble has a new friend... maybe you've met him. His name is The Cat in the Hat. Trouble is so happy to see him that he gives him a full body hug. Or they're wrestling. I'm not quite sure. I won't tell you how many pictures I took of my cat with a stuffed animal but I will say that it was the most excitement I've had in the past week. 



I'm also particularly enjoying little Debbie spring cakes. The tulip ones are my favorite.
I'm obsessing over the Jodi Arias trial.
I've started working on my genealogy research again after taking a few months off. I'm working on expanding to include aunts and uncles of my direct ancestors. It's slow but interesting and you can pick up a few extra bits and pieces of the family history - finding out that a widowed grandmother lived with her daughter - finding out what side of the Civil War your 3xgreat uncle served on. It's interesting.
I'm struggling with guilt about what I haven't been able to do lately but I'm trying to be logistical and not emotional about it. It's better for me to listen to my body and rest when I need to instead of trying to tough it out or push through pain.
I'm enjoying Tori Spelling's website.  I know, I know... she's kinda cheesy or whatever... but she seems to be very hands on with her children and she is really creative about parties and decorating, etc.

So that's life. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.
Love and hugs, y'all.

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