It was raining softly when I woke up this morning. It has stopped now. Soon I have to take Charlie to his acupuncture appointment.
I tried the strawberry and mint infused water with supper last night and it was delicious just as it was. I poured more water into the jar and will keep doing so until it doesn’t taste good anymore.
I simply poured some of the water from the jar into a glass. It was perfectly sweetened and tasted a bit like strawberry soda, but very watered down.
I’ve been steadily working on my meditative relaxation space and will probably be showing it to you tomorrow. I’m having fun with it. I like to try new things.
I’m thinking I may just decorate this way throughout my apartment. I like it and it’s a bit whimsical, a bit feminine and of course a bit boho. Everything I seem to like at this stage of my life.
I’ve grown a bit tired of the farmhouse look. I want to stretch my imagination and decorating boundaries. If there are any, that is.
We can always redefine ourselves. Not our past but certainly our present and future. If we’ve decorated and been drawn to one or two styles our whole lives, why not stretch our horizons to include yet another?
For one thing you can use bits and bobs to decorate with. You can use your jewelry or make boho crafts out of yarn and beads. Pretty much anything goes.
Nothing has to match or be aligned perfectly. In fact boho decorating embraces mixing textures and patterns and colors and types of furnishings.
I have a couple of throw quilts on order that should come Monday I think. I plan to put them on the wall. I figure it should do two things: decorate and insulate.
Ivy sleeping in what she considers “her” chair. That cat sure has strange poses when sleeping. But then Ivy isn’t like any other cat I’ve known. She is different in most ways, and I find that endearing.
Last night I had moved something temporarily atop the red chest next to my bed. The top of it is far up off the green dresser. She sensed that something different was up there and kept stretching her body to reach it.
I finally just moved it into the closet. I don’t know how she senses subtle differences, but she does.
That right back leg is mostly behind him these days. I’ve tried to do the exercises with him, but he resists. For some reason it frightens him. He doesn’t like change.
When they do it at the acupuncture place, he lets them. I suppose because he has no routine expectations there.
He will let me rub his feet and brush him and move his feet across surfaces. But that’s it. I will tell them that today and see if they have any suggestions.
I will be glad to see August come to an end, though I know September will likely be just as hot. At least we’ll be creeping toward fall.
I’ve always loved the fall season in the past. But in the five years or so it’s gotten so hot here that it isn’t much fun until we’re right at winter weather. We often miss the fall season altogether.
Here’s a better photo of the chimes. I suppose those are sand dollars, aren’t they? I love the pigments of color.
I can picture myself walking along the sand next to the ocean, with the waves building and then straightening out. The sand is grainy, warm and soft beneath my bare feet. There is an ocean breeze coming off the water that kisses my face.
I see water as far as the eye can see. It stretches out like a tapestry and meets at the line of sky miles away. Right into infinity.