Will all posts be about Harvey? Maybe … because I can’t help myself. I am smitten. I look at recent photos of him when he is sleeping, and I’ve watched a lot of cat appreciation videos, especially this one, a warm and sunny glimpse at a house built especially for kitties. 🐔
Having a little pet makes everything better. Who knew? Suddenly, I have a companion who likes texture, smoothing, various fabrics and trims. He is a sensualist, and he seems to love the many moods of my rooms and spaces.
And long before Marie Kondo was born, I was practicing many of her techniques, driven by the logic of necessity. I’ve moved our offices and household many times, and each time I was optimistic and organized and thrilled to break down our entire empire into sizes and shapes. Long skinny kitchen utensils in every box, filling long skinny spaces. Books on the bottom for stability, magazines on the top for closure. All fabric, clothing, and linens are wadded up to pad fragile items. When we reach our destination, each box is a core sample of our life, unfurling surprises, and I make small piles for various rooms. Good times. 🐔
Today I wrangled with the weird open box that is FTP. Blowing rust out of the pipes. Tomorrow is my best friend. 🐔
Welcome to my cliché. There’s no other way to say I am sorry for ever looking past, with a cold heart, other people and their pets. Now, with the wisdom of a grandmother, I have said yes to a persistent little voice in my head that whispered Harvey! when I posed the question to myself about which is worse – the shrine I set up for the mice or getting a cat? I distinctly heard the name Harvey come echoing out of the void. I put it aside and wondered if, perhaps, a pooka might be lingering nearby.
It has been a rich and full summer, and now we are here … on the precipice of fall. We’re at the ragged edge of hurricane Florence, with three or more swirling eyes growing out in the ocean. 🐔