The stove is purring along and the pets are aggravating one another. That means that Ivy is aggravating Charlie and Charlie finally gets mad and snaps at her.
Then Ivy pulls her head back a little and stares at Charlie. As if to say: “Well, I don’t know why you have to be snappish. Or get your boxers in a bunch.”
Ivy has been very adventurous this morning.
But then Ivy is always pretty adventurous. She sometimes takes a fancy to something she’s previously ignored and then she’s relentless.
This morning while I was on the floor doing my morning stretches, I turned my head to see her under the bed playing. At first I couldn’t tell what her “toy” was. It was a piece of one of my faux plants.
There is not a better floor for her to play on than this one. Vinyl faux wood. Where she can skate and scoot to her heart’s content. And that she does.
It’s awfully cold, isn’t it, Charlie Ross? Cold for this neck of the woods is below 20 degrees. I think it’s up above 20 now.
The kind of cold where you’d better have the faucet dripping so your pipes don’t freeze.
I’ve been puttering around, cleaning, doing, rearranging. At night of course I read. Then around 9 my eyelids are starting to droop a bit.
Tired from reading. And before that from being on this laptop.
We all go to bed and I turn the lights off and I pet Charlie and sing the little made up song that I’ve been singing to him since Abi died. It seems to comfort him. And me as well.
Last night I made myself a veggie burger in my electric skillet. I love veggie burgers. More than meat burgers actually.
When I go to Sonic next door or somewhere and get a burger, I often don’t eat all that much of the meat. I like the fixings that are on the bun. The mustard, lettuce, tomato, pickles and onions.
I wonder if they’d make me a veggie burger and just leave off the meat? Yeah well, Sonic burgers aren’t that cheap anymore. So I guess I’d feel like I didn’t get my money’s worth if I didn’t get the meat. Whether I eat it all or not.
Ivy is sitting in front of the patio doors, watching this mockingbird.
I don’t think the mockingbird has any idea that there’s a little missus on the other side of the glass. And she would love to meet it up close and personal.
Everything looks so bedraggled outside. The trees leaves that hand over the patio fence, though evergreen, look dull and dry. The only thing that looks pretty on my patio is the gardenia I bought a year ago in a little pot.
Now I have scooted it over in the corner against the patio door till spring.
Above is more recent. Below is before winter took over and the leaves lost their luster.
I recall bringing it home and expecting, as the nursery promised, that it would flower.
That was last January. I coddled it and fawned over it and nothing happened. I probably should have given it fertilizer, but for some reason I didn’t. And it continued to be on the decline.
Then spring came and I decided to take it outside and see if I could perk it up a little. Thing grew like a weed. Now it’s in one of the bigger pots. I got a few pretty white gardenias over the summer. Hoping for more this year.
Let me see if I can locate a flower in my files. Found one. I guess it had rained when I took this photo.
I’m still waiting on a new patio door. They had a guy come give an estimate, and it was too high. So now the status of my new door is kind of in limbo. If this one completely falls apart and no one is around to do anything I will be fit to be tied.
There have been times in the middle of the night that I’ve let Charlie out and it comes off the track and I can’t lift it back on. And even if I could, something is broken that messes it all up.
The sun is shining, which is deceptive. My metal sun on the fence is swathed in bright light. If you didn’t know better you’d think you could step outside and have a seat and drink a cup of coffee.
But you’d freeze. Oh, I feel for the homeless in this brutal weather. For the people huddling underneath a bridge, wondering how their life got to this point.
What do you do when you stop at a red light and there’s a man with a sign looking for help or food or both? I never have cash on me, as I always pay for things with my debit card.
You wonder what that person’s life might have been like before. Before the bottom fell out or they stopped taking their meds. Or had a family that cared about them.
They say everyone is a just a paycheck or so away from calamity. Scary.
Makes me think about famous photographer Dorothea Lange who took so many famous photos during the Depression.
She was one of the FSA (Farm Security Administration) photographers.
“Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don’t realize it.”
Here is a photo of Dorothea Lange, circa 1936.
Dorothea Lange. Dorothea Lange (May 26, 1895 – October 11, 1965) was an American documentary photographer and photojournalist, best known for her Depression-era work for the Farm Security Administration (FSA).
She dared to open a photography studio and wear pants. An early feminist.
She died of esophageal cancer.
Her photos were evocative and haunting. Below are some of the most famous ones I recall.
Here is a wonderful article exploring Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother series.
“You know there are moments such as these when time stands still…”