It’s Sunday and snowing. Instead of trudging outside in boots and parka to look for winter pictures, I decided to take the lazy way out. It’s a perfect time to make soup. I had all the fixings for lentil soup and a desire to take veggie photos. Too bad I didn’t have an old wooden table with soft afternoon light coming through the windows in my restored farmhouse with the big bright kitchen. I live in a tiny artsy-crafty house with small windows and not a lot of light. So, I improvised and had a lot of fun making soup and photos.
I could just imagine being a food blog writer, cooking and taking photographs of dishes and ingredients artfully placed on an antique kitchen table using available light streaming in through large windows. I would display my creations in mismatched vintage china with white linen napkins embroidered around the edges.
For now I will enjoy my soup in a red bowl and catch the drips with a paper towel. Enjoy!
I was stuck at work when Iola arrived. I kept looking out the windows as the fluffy snow came down and all I could think of was how much I wished I was outside with my camera. When my shift finally came to an end, I rushed out to my car, scrapped off the snow and carefully made my way home. I didn’t have much time when I pulled into my driveway. I ran into the house and grabbed my camera. I opened up my lens and used what was left of the fading light.
As I’ve said before, the end result might not be remarkable, but the process sure made me feel incredible. I finished just as the light was going and Winter Storm Iola was coming to an end.
Morning dawned cold, crisp and silent, except for the crunching of my boots upon the snow. I was all alone in a world of brilliant whiteness. I continued walking hoping that I would come upon myself.
To all of you who have visited my blog, taken the time to comment or “like” a post – thank you. I wish everyone a Happy New Year!
My best friend was sitting on the sofa patiently waiting for me to finish cooking her dinner. I placed a small bowl of white rice and boiled hamburg in front of her and watched her gobble it up. She is finally eating and drinking, but she is not “out of the woods yet.”
A few days ago, my healthy, bouncy eight-year-old terrier mix fell critically ill. The veterinarian was able to operate, but Gigi’s bladder was damaged. Fortunately, the doctor is a passionate and talented veterinarian. He has been treating Gigi since she was a puppy and refused to give up. He sent Gigi home with a “strong” fifty-percent chance of survival.
When I brought Gigi home, she snubbed her nose up at the nice bed that I made for her and chose her favorite corner of the couch to bed down on. My husband and I took turns sleeping with her during the first crucial nights. We worked as a team giving her antibiotics, pain meds, washing bedding and changing absorbent pads. Things are better and her bladder seems to be working properly. Her stitches will be removed Christmas Eve morning. Her prognosis isn’t great, but then what in life is permanent? If there is one thing that I have learned is that we will always know illness and loss. It is not how long you get to live, but how you live your life that really matters.
As I write this little Gigi is lying by my feet, as she usually is when I am at my computer. I know that there will come a time when she won’t be there. But for now we have these moments. I will remember to cherish these times and just “be” with her. We are best friends and this is the season for miracles.