The Flowers You Sent Me Are Just About to Die ...
... ok ... I admit they died several days ago. And, the cat was eating them. Which was making her vomit all over the place.But, while they were here, they were beautiful. And they were from my fabulous neighbors, DUN and SCGB, who brought them to me after the attack. I am very lucky to have the wonderful neighbors that I do. Especially, when one had a schmuck for a boyfriend.
Here's another picture. I like this one because it shows some of my favorite things ...The plate was a Christmas gift from my brother and his girlfriend. It was made by (designed by?) a famous NC artist, Bob Timberlake.
The table runner was a gift to my parents when they visited Japan. A fitting top to the stereo cabinet on which it rests - the first piece of furniture my parents bought as a married couple (way back in 1964).
In the lower left hand corner is a glass egg from China, a gift from one of my favorite students. On my last night in Beijing, I went to his family's house for dinner (his mom is an *amazing* cook). He gave me this present and said, "This is my heart. Whenever you look at it, please remember me and my parents." And my heart broke a little.
But, I guess broken hearts can be a good thing. If they don't break, how do we know they are still there? And, when they heal, they become stronger.
*smooches*
Huh -- Your parents have been married long than mine.
ReplyDeleteOne trick to keep kitty from eating your flowers/house plants is to lightly dust them with red chile powder. It doesn't really hurt him/her, but he also won't be coming back for seconds.
Gay prof, I love that suggestion! My kittehs are always munching on my plants. I'm going to try that right away.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, VUBOQ, yeah, nice stuff. Later.
David, GayProf and VUBOQ, be careful with that - I planned to paint cayenne and vegetable oil on my rose bushes to keep my puppy from chewing on them, and as a pre-emptive strike, put a little on her tongue so she'd associate the scent with the burn. She loved it and licked the bowl clean. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have good friends and neighbors who will support you in your hour(s) of need. Especially since you had a schmuck of a boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteWas it Carly Simon who sang it? "There's more room in a broken heart." Blessings to you for a stronger heart. ((((((Hugs))))))
nice stuff, VUBOQ!
ReplyDeleteand nice neighbors too!
yes, your heart does heal and it IS stronger and (to qoute a line from a who song) "won't get fooled again". also, as the tin man said, "now I know I have a heart, cause it's breaking". and the wizard chimed in, "a heart is not judged by how much you love, but how much you are loved by others".
words my heart lives by each day!
{{{{{hugs}}}}} and have a slightly durnk weekend!
I hate children too. I mean, in case you were wondering.
ReplyDeleteI admire people who totally subsume themselves in order to raise up more human beings. I do.
I just don't want to do it myself.
VUBOQ: the broken heart paragraphs were so touching!
ReplyDeletepacalaga: your puppy is so cute! who knew animals are differential to spices.
1) I still have never heard that song. One day, I'll remedy this.
ReplyDelete2) And what are the gold things by the egg? I'm not imagining them, am I? They appear almost diaphanous, so I guess I could be.
Your cat was probably vomiting because some of those flowers can be toxic. You have to be really careful with that. Some very common houseplants in fact are extremely toxic to pets.
ReplyDeleteI would send you flowers to replace the ones that died, but my bank account says otherwise.
Ooooh, that egg story is the sweetest thing!
ReplyDeleteMy parents bought a similar stereo as their first piece of furniture as a married couple, and at about the same time as your parents. They still have it, complete with the teeth marks of babies who teethed on the edge while watching the record turn.