Thursday, August 29, 2013

Tempest in a Teapot


I got a new teapot the other day. Who cares, right? I do! This is the third teapot I've brought home in the last 5 months. You realize that at this rate I will have 40 teapots in 5 years, 112 in 15 years . . . People: I will have amassed 1,000 teapots by the time I turn 173 years old. It's a nightmare.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Gus the Cat (3/1995-8/2013)


Sad days in our house: My cat Gus passed away this week. Gus was a one-of-a-kind kitty. If you had the pleasure to meet him you know what I mean. If you didn't, I'll try to explain.

When I was 16 my mom took me down to the animal shelter and told me to pick a kitten. I couldn't believe me luck;  I'd always loved kittens. (Looking back, I suspect my mom had ulterior motives. See, I was in the throes of teenage rebellion and wanted to spend all of my time with my bad-influence friends and as far away from my wearisome house and my stodgy parents as I could get. My mom might have hoped a kitten would provide me with incentive to spend more time at home.)

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Boring Old Tuesday's Cardamom Pound Cake


Some mornings I wake up with a list of the upcoming days tasks parading single-file through my head: Get the groceries (don't forget garlic powder); water and weed the garden; print out passport applications for the kids; clean the bathrooms; etc. Its funny how these little mundane tasks appear so innocuous on their own but when our backs are turned they quickly band together and hijack life.

Then there are mornings when I push all that aside and think, Today I feel like creating something beautiful.