One thing we can always count on: change. I am always aware that I am hoping for good change. Life can bring about slow change or quick change, bitter change or sweet change. Thankfully, I think most days for many of us are filled with subtle, pleasant day-to-day life changes of things like new clothes or furniture, decluttering to make room again, seeing old buildings come down or get revitalized, trying a different restaurant, slowly aging, and so on.
I mentioned getting a new (to me) baker’s rack for our dining room, and when I say “our,” it usually means with Jason, at his home. We spend a lot of time cooking together or playing music. My apartment is tiny and is only a transitional spot for me right now. I have been in transition since the day I walked away from my old house where my children grew up. My children are all grown now. The youngest are learning to make their own way. I am divorced and healing from abuse and adoring the friendship and love of someone who makes me laugh every day. So, yeah, I have reached a point where I am okay with dragging home one of my “finds” to Jason’s to organize a few things.
It is change.
When I took this picture I did not hide anything or try to make anything look perfect. I find that I am not really great at making everything look like a magazine. I always have a dash of utility thrown in. Actually the bottom shelf of this rack houses a huge bottle of vinegar and some kitty supplies. The framed Marilyn nearby is an extra from the shop that is just hanging around right now. She is waiting for change as well. I love a mix of the deliberate staging of decorative things and LIFE.
We have had a sad change of late. A very sweet, very friendly neighborhood cat has had to be euthanized due to mast cell disease. Pouncy loved being outside, and especially loved sitting on cars or trucks in the ‘hood. Pouncy was pretty high up in the Meowfia around here, and there is a vacuum of a power struggle as the neighborhood cats try and put someone else in power. For sure, Amelia and Mars will miss Pouncy, though Amelia and Mars were only allowed to view Pouncy from the windows of their own indoor abode. Ahhhh, the limitations of being an indoor cat.
Enjoy this day,