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Pretty Miss Kitty

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Let me tell you about Miss Kitty. She’s a cat . . . Once a kitten who came to my daughter’s back door looking for food and of course was feed and named.

She was tiny and no one guessed pregnant.  At a young age, probably only eight months, she gave birth to seven kittens, lovingly nursed them all and hid them under a kitchen appliance for their own protection. My daughter found homes for all her kittens and assured me, although Miss Kitty was coming to Florida, it wouldn’t be for long.

Well, that hasn’t happened. Now Miss Kitty and I are at home alone, frequently. She greets me in the morning while I’m sitting on the toilet. If my insulin pump’s alarm signals a low reaction and I don’t hear it, she jumps on my bed to wake me.

But she zooms around the house looking for playmates. When my husband was alive the house was active with care givers and what not. The television was on all day. I turn the TV on when I’m going to sit and watch a program.

I like the quiet. It has its own sound. A comforting silence.

I hope to be traveling soon and sure friends will come and care for her. Don’t get me wrong. I love Miss Kitty, but she’s young and should be having the time of her life.

She could go live with her two sons in Rhode Island.  What do you think?

                                                                                    . . . just saying

 

If you haven’t read my first novel Morningside Drive, it’s available everywhere on line.

 

 

The Little Yellow Train

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Have you heard about the Little Yellow Train? I hadn’t, until I turned on the television and found Rich Steve’s travel show about France, the Pryenees and The Little Train. It wasn’t deliberate. You know how streaming works . . . You keep clicking hoping you remember the streaming service you watched your favorite program on. And some how wind up somewhere else.

In this case it was a good thing. The Legine de Cerdagne or Petit Jaune train gets its name from its red and yellow colors derived from the Catalan Flag. 

  • The line is 63 kilometres (39 mi) long and climbs to 1,593 metres (5,226 ft) at Bolquère-Eyne, the highest railway station in France.
  • The line serves 22 stations, fourteen of which are “request stops” (i.e., the train only stops when specifically requested by passengers).
  • There are 19 tunnels, the longest of which is the Tunnel du Pla de Llaurar with a length of 380 metres (1,250 ft), located at kilo metre point 59.639.[6] 
  • Built in 1903 today it is maintained as a tourist attraction by the agency called Plan Rail.

The PBS television program included panoramic views of the Pyrenees and small French villages.

The gentleman who purchased an abandoned train stations, restored it as a Bed & Breakfast, and now gets dropped at his door, was interviewed. He spoke French only and required a translator.   

It’s unlikely I’ll get to France and ride the Legine de Cerdagne anytime soon, but I enjoyed the view and the closed caption from my living room. 

                                                                                                         . . . just saying, Claudia

Morningside Drive is still a popular read and available on Amazon

Back Breaking Bed Making

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Easter March 31, 2024

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A Great Idea

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Make a Photo-Book

Here’s a great idea Choose favorite pictures, saved on your phone over the past year, and make a photo-book. There are many companies, some more popular than others, but the one I used can upload them to your phone. I can’t tell you how because my granddaughter-in-law made the magic happen.

I have to confess it took me hours and hours to do the rest, and than hours to use the sale voucher I purchased, but it was worth it.

I received the book today.

I don’t take many pictures, so I had to beg, borrow, and steal from other places. But, next year I’ll think about making a book as I take pictures throughout 2024.

It’s hard to believe there are only 65 days left in the year.

…just saying

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The Letter K

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A Victory Garden

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Smithsonian Library Cultivating America’s Garden

Last week’s discussion explored the silliness of buying and discarding plastic, and how to STOP. Reader’s comments that they reuse glass jars instead, does make more sense and I’ve adopted the practice.

My friend, Pat, suggested buying laundry detergent sheets on line. She’s mentioned this before, and now I’m ready to listen. Those huge plastic containers are difficult to lift, store, and estimates say; take 450 years to decompose in a landfill. Carol, my Wordle consort, said fabric softener sheets are the way to go.

Clean People offers both laundry and softener sheets at reasonable prices on line.

But when Johanna quoted a daughter-in-law’s plea “TO SAVE THE PLANET,” I conjured numerous images in my head. Eleanor Roosevelt was among them, and although she crusaded for many causes her Victory Garden stands out for me.

“Victory gardens (originally called war gardens or liberty gardens) made their first appearance during World War I (1914–1918). President Woodrow Wilson called on Americans to plant vegetable gardens to ward off the possible threat of food shortages. Americans took up the challenge as a civic and patriotic duty.”

The idea wasn’t new, but Eleanor gave it momentum because people began one by one to plant a garden. And nosy neighbors, not wanting to be unpatriotic planted one too.

“In 1943, with World War II underway, First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt had a victory garden planted on the front lawn of the White House—just one of the millions of victory gardens planted that year. Staged photographs in seed catalogs and instructional manuals often showed women and children tending victory gardens. The message: abundant yields were possible for any aspiring gardener. Today, the Smithsonian’s Victory Garden flourishes on the 12th Street side of the National Museum of American History. In the summer, the garden showcases heirloom varieties of flowers and vegetables that were available to gardeners during World War II.”

There are numerous Save the Planet organizations. All of them do good work, but none have resulted in a grass roots effort to get us to STOP USING PLASTIC. Perhaps. . .you and me can spread the word.

                                                                               . . . just saying

P.S. Don’t look to me for a Victory Garden, in Florida our soil is sand, and if the deer don’t eat it, a rabbit or bug will.

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No Time To Write

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Optokentic and Optomobility

It’s true . . . I really don’t have time to write.

Today, the one hundredth and twenty-fifth day of the year, is a typical example.

Having slept well, I woke chipper and chanting, thank you God. Then, prepared coffee and my favorite breakfast, an English muffin with cherry jelly. I gathered my phone; computer, clipboard and the right pen and pencil, and sat outside to enjoy the morning air and Wordle.

On the first attempt, I had 3 correct letters, none in the right place. One hour later, I had 3 letters in their right spot, but was still missing two correct letters. So, I asked my husband for help. However, we were interrupted when a pint of blueberries fell to the kitchen floor. Sweeping them up was like playing blueberry pool, and yes, I rinsed and put them in the box. None of them had been squashed.

 I can’t remember what time it was but, a downpour occurred, and I scurried outside to retrieve my phone, computer, clipboard and right pen and pencil from being soaked.

I was frazzled and hadn’t brushed and flossed, yet.

Do you own a toothbrush recommended by your dentists with a timer? I live in fear of his eyebrows being raised on my next visit.

Another reason I don’t have time to write is doctor’s appointments.        

For years I believed Vertigo and/or sinus infections were the cause of my incurable balance issues. Turns out, it’s not just vertigo that causes my wobble walk, but Optokentic and Optomobility.

What is that?

To put in layman talk . . .dancing eyes. I my case, it’s my right eye that flutters and sends a mixed message to my brain. Consequently, my legs don’t know which way to go.

The cure? Watching Youtube videos of strolling through a grocery store or Muir Woods, without moving my head.

I am optimistic there will be some relief.

The last reason I don’t have time to write?

I have an editor/publisher for Morningside Drive, the novel I have been working on for ten years!

                                                                                    

                                                                                      . . . just saying

P.S. I hope things are going well at your house.

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De-cluttering

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The Days of My Life Series

One night last week I could not sleep. Well, that is not totally true. I slept until 4:30 am and could not get back to sleep; probably because the handy-man was coming to install more shelving in the closets. So, I got out of bed at 5:30am.

Since I was up so early there was time to do the daily Wordle, before emptying the closets. I am hooked on the word game. Now I have something to look forward to in the morning. However, I debate whether to press play before my first cup of coffee, or wait until later in the day. Once it is done, the thrill is gone. . .though the satisfaction lingers. My friend, Pat, said she has gotten out of bed at 12:01am to play. Sounds like an addiction, that might be called wordling.

Please, tell me your thoughts and Wordle techniques.

Let me go back to the shelving, which cost more ($500.) than the labor, but was well worth the expense. Now I have every single cleaning product in one place. I know where my winter coats are and an extra shelf in the primary bedroom for storage. The garage attic, although pathetically small, is empty. I still have stuff to get rid of, like six boxes of photo albums. Nobody is dying anytime soon, but I don’t want my clutter to be someone else’s headache.

                                                                                      . . . just saying

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