When times are tough…
… a roaring fire and a snuggling puppy are the best therapy.
When times are tough…
… a roaring fire and a snuggling puppy are the best therapy.
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.


When your legs are short sometimes you just need a little ride.
The first warning of winter sparkles in the morning light.

A beautiful sign that cold, killing weather is on the horizon and with it the season of rest and silent renewal.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter K – Needs to have the letter K anywhere in the word
I’m jumping into this photo challenge mid alphabet because it’s November and if I’m going to post everyday this November (it’s a thing, an Nano Poblano thing) I’m going to need some inspiration.
Letter K…

An unlikely key stuck in a creaky keyhole by a kooky kid!
Sometimes, after a long week, you just need a good snuggle.
I saw a sign today that said “Be the person your cat thinks you are.”
We have three cats that live in our house so I feel as though I can say, with some authority, that this is a terrible idea.
You might suspect the cats think I am their jailer (they are indoor cats) and, since I hold them hostage, I am also obligated to clean up after them, feed them and provide them with a safe environment to live in.
This is not the kind of person I’ve ever endeavored to be. Fortunately, I don’t think it’s how my cats see me either. Unfortunately, if you polled the cats I’m pretty sure you would find they actually think they are the warring queens of the household where they deign to live because, with nothing more than a swish of their tail and a well timed purr, me, their royal slave, will provide them with all their needs.
This includes (but is not limited to) meals with not only their own food but other choice tidbits as well (Translation: I feed them and they steal people food whenever the chance arises). Royal slaves are, as a matter of course, also expected to keep the castle clean enough or the queens will show their displeasure in a royal tantrum (Translation: If I don’t keep the litter boxes clean they’ll use my closet). All the catty queens must surely be treated as such and will only sleep in the warmest coziest areas (Translation: If there is no sunbeam on my bed on a cold day they’ll sleep on the computer’s keyboard and with a few well placed paws lock things up so it’ll take me three days to fix it). Finally it goes without saying that an out right order from slave to queen is out of the question and even a mild suggestion as to behavior is likely to be met with utter disdain (Translation: I have never managed to teach a cat manners).
I really, don’t ever, want to actively try to be the person my cats think I am and despite the sign urging me to do so, I can’t imagine why anyone else would want to either. My only conclusion is that cats are behind the creation of these signs in their never ending quest to take over the world.
But…
I’m going to let this girl under the covers to snuggle with me tonight when she comes asking…
…their plan is totally working.
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Once upon a time there was a little story.
After all it’s words were written just right and all it’s pictures were drawn just so, it went away to get turned into a real book. The little story was so excited to be turned into a real book so that she could go out into the world and talk to children everywhere.
But then…
She got lost in a dark scary place.
The little story wandered around for many days in the dark before someone found her and gave her a nice little green flashlight. Then she took her little flashlight and took a big breath and searched and searched until she found her way out of the dark scary place. The little story looked at herself when she got back out into the bright world and saw that, though she had been in the dark scary place for a long time it had turned her into a real book!
Then that real book looked around until she found a group of children and she told her tale, the one with the words written just right and the pictures drawn just so, and everyone was happy.
The end.
In highly related news our book is not yet on Amazon… it should be… now… last week…any moment… just waiting… waiting on Amazon… and waiting… any moment… annnnyyy moment…
