from where i sit

a simple oak tree in a bottle.

a bowl of beloved stones.

a candleholder gathered on a favorite beach.

a whirling dervish.

a whimsical robot.

a window in need of cleaning.

and golden light lasting only a fleeting moment.

a glorious light between the squalls.
during the squalls, i wonder if we shouldn't have built an ark.
my favorite sweaters are back in rotation.
as are the scarves.

i've started to knit a bit again.
it's like starting all over from the beginning.
i'm actually the same way with playing cards.
i have to relearn the game, despite 100s of games of whist and hearts played over the years.

pepper cat had four kittens last night. 

they're so tiny.

and i fear it's too late in the season.

but so far, so good.

she's attentive to them.

we're entering a cake contest on friday.

and the regional t.v. folks are coming out to film us making our cakes that afternoon.

so we need a new house by friday.

and it doesn't look good for that happening.

by the way,
with my earlier post about the elderly having sex,
i didn't mean to offend anyone.
or imply that older people shouldn't have sex.
or even that people in their 60s are elderly.
because that's not really true anymore today.

i'm GLAD that older people are having sex.
i just wish they wouldn't talk about it so much on the radio.
mostly because i think that what sex feels like can't really be described.
it's so personal.
and i guess i'm enough of a prude
to think it should stay that way.

so if you were going to make a cake

for a cake contest,

which one would it be?

we know sabin's will be something like this.

but i haven't yet decided.