A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
I am a temporary, treasure repository.
At the end of the day my pockets are filled with treasure, the front of the car has extras handed up from the back and the kitchen counter has a collection of interesting things.
Some days, I get pretty rocks and precious toys.
Other days, I get small handfuls of vomit and bits of garbage.
These are the three best treasures I was given today.
Jane collected the eggs today and I caught her rolling the warm smoothness of them across her cheeks. Then she handed them to me with them same enthusiasm she does every morning that she gets to pluck them from their nests.
Ivy and Clara found this in their favorite climbing tree. As they hauled me out of the house to see and take custody of it, they were so giddy with excitement you never would have guessed they had found one in a similar spot the day before.
Another find of Jane’s, she had me hold it in my pocket and randomly requested it back throughout the day.
She looked at that feather with wonder and excitement every time I gave it back to her.
It was good day to hold the treasures.
Standing in the middle of the produce department of our small town grocery store, I turned to deposit the garlic bulbs in my cart just in time to see Jane finish fishing something out of her underwear.
Ivy, who, obviously, heard the comment promptly chimed in with something to the effect of:
“Oh my gosh, how did she get the Apple Jacks we just bought in her underwear?!?”
And by chimed, I mean bellowed as if she was in possession of her own personal grocery store bullhorn.
I quickly informed my children, and anyone else who may or may not have been listening, that the offending item Jane had retrieved was part of her snack from the car and promptly left the area without making eye contact.
Moral: Always wash your produce.
In her 13 years with us, Fiona spent most of it exercising the art of camouflage. A tortoiseshell colored cat, she was able to blend into the background, the shadows, and even the blankets with remarkable ease. Shy of new people, visitors often didn’t realize we had a cat. But every night she’d come out to perch (yes, I said perch) on the highest point of John or me in bed. There she would lie, completely unfazed by any amount of wiggling, re-positioning or outright cat eviction. If anything moved her out of her spot she’d just regally reclaim her high point, never deigning to acknowledge us commoners below her.
She stole food off the table, never caught a mouse and put up with a modest amount of harassment from the kids but was generally outperformed by our old Great Dane in almost all cat duties. Except when it came to harassing dogs.
Fiona had perfected the “I’m the queen and you are going to get it if you chase me” saunter. When ever a dog would come to visit our normally shy cat would appear right in the midst of the action, pointedly ignoring everyone- to taunt the dog. She occasionally got chased, never got hurt and twitched her tail in an extra smug fashion every time a dog got yelled at.
Her dog harassment hit it’s high point just a few months ago when Digby was visiting.
Digby being a Great Dane, Saint Bernard, Doberman mix, is rather – large, but he had been cowed by our little seven pound cat since he was a puppy. Digby was no longer fun to taunt and so Fiona was ignoring him, off doing her camo thing in another room as I walked across the living room.
Gyspy, the cat, was not.
I accidentally stepped on Gypsy’s tail and Gypsy let out a giant cat scream which had us both hitting the ceiling. Digby leapt off the couch, like only a giant gangely dog can leap, to see what sort of excitement was going on. By the time he crossed the ten feet to meet us, Gypsy was long gone and Fiona had appeared in her place. Fiona, who had come flying in from another room, assessed the situation and decided that the dog was to blame. She attacked him with her de-clawed front paws as Digby cowered in terror. I, helpfully, dissolved into laughter as I tried to “save” Digby and send him outside for his own protection. He willingly ran through the door as Fiona gave parting swats to his butt. Trip, not wanting to be left out sprang into the fun and got a nose full of swatting before I “saved” him as well. Dogs taken care of, Fiona ignored my laughter and stalked back off toward her sleeping spot.
Now that she’s gone the dogs may not miss her but the nights sure do feel a little colder without my old kitty perched atop me every night.
My mom and I took a trip to Colorado and despite the look of the previous post we did see more than fish.
But it’s possible we only looked up when the fish weren’t biting!
I loved it.
It’s young adult. It’s fantasy. It’s a sappy love story. It’s full of bad-ass “people” and it stars a tenacious heroine.
Of course I loved it.
While it could be said that there is nothing super surprising or novel about this story line, Runes is well written with a good back story and solid characters.
Just because I’ve eaten and loved chocolate chip cookies my whole life doesn’t mean I don’t still want more tomorrow.
Would I recommend it? Young Adult fantasy lovers, grab your copy. Runes is free for downloading on Amazon! Just be careful, like chocolate chip cookies, it’s hard to stop after just one. And, since my cookie and YA fantasy willpower are about the same, I can tell you that book number two, Immortals, is also quite tasty!