12/23/08

Scarlet Carafe And White Daisy with Black And Brown Spots



“You don't have to be an alley cat or scarlet woman to enjoy love when it is put in your way. It is so much better to have loved and lost, than not have loved at all. Quite probably it is because you are a controlled rational person that it has been thrown your way to shake you out of your self made restraints.” Arija
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So there it is, as scarlet as I could be, for a woman who loves dishes - a scarlet Fiesta carafe in the snow.
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On a separate note, I am a new surrogate mother to the daughter of the ugliest bitch in our neighborhood. The poor mutt has been plucked too early from her mother’s teats, but I think it may be a blessing. Her mother is a stray and a street-walker, too many unplanned pregnancies with unknown males. She made a home in the neighbor’s carport and they let her stay. No pre-natal care, no veterinary care of any kind. The pup must have a white and brown father for how else did she get her white fur and brown spots? In two days my husband and I have spent at least $200.00 getting her settled in our house. We still have to take her to the vet for her shots..
She arrived two nights ago. I was in bed and noticed that my son has not come in to say goodnight. I called him and he was outside talking to his father. He said he brought home a girl puppy. I got out of bed, barefoot and anxiously ran out of the house into the carport. My son’s friend gave her as a Christmas present. She saved us $1,500.00, the fee intended for purchasing a boxer puppy from a breeder. She smelled like a dog, was flea-infested and cold in someone’s carport. She was hungry. I asked my son how it happened and he told me that when he saw them he called out to them and she was the first one to run to him. So he took her home. I hope someday his taste in women will be different. I did not want any of it but my son begged and I saw his eyes. My husband left it all to me to decide. My daughter was not pleased upon seeing her. I had to decide quickly, so the first thing I did was to give her a thorough bath. Thank goodness we had flea spray from the last time I watched my friend’s dog. It was a long bath, at 10:30 PM and by the time it was finished I had no canine perfume, so I sprayed her body with Hermes Le Caleche and her paws with Chanel No.5. She smelled better. She’s found a home. She is loved. My son wishes she lives a long happy life. I introduced her to our 4-year old rabbit. She behaved well, she better. I love that rabbit, well I love her too.

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Her name is Daisy Brenna Euclid. Okay I just added Euclid. I prefer an intellectual. She is a smart puppy. She already knows how to sit on command. Oh, and she is spoiled and loved. She is going to be a gentle dog.
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Merry Christmas!!!

12/14/08

My Pleasure



Last week while I was deep in introspection, I was thinking of all the blessings my Guardian Angel brought me. They came in many forms but the one that took me by surprise the most was the kindness that several blogger friends offered. It is surprising because I have never met all of them but the sincerity they expressed made me feel like we were ancient friends.
It is very difficult for a woman to make friends, especially if she is a wife and a mother and a professional. I have found that I have fellow professionals at work who belong to the category of friends but appropriately our responsibilities take precedence over our emotional needs. I go to work to do my job, that is my primary responsibility and the friendship that develop in the workplace is an extra benefit. If friends at work are part of the compensation package, I can say that I am well compensated.
There is a part of me, however, that is not known to most of my fellow professionals. Most don't know, for example, that painting and drawing are integral parts of my life, that I cannot help but draw and paint. If I had to stop painting, I would not know myself. I also discovered that I derive pleasure from writing. The blogs have offered me the opportunity to do both. Somewhere along the lines, I met other bloggers through reading their comments in other blogs that interested me.
Last week, several bloggers did what I did not expect. I am grateful for their support, kindness and love. If we were in the same room together, I would have given each and everyone of them a heartfelt hug.
I thought about what I could do and being in the blogs, there is not much I can do other than declare my appreciation and a promise that I hope to return the favor at an opportune moment. So I thought about drawing this image of two artists meeting for coffee or tea, except I realize that a few special blogger friends of mine are writers and photographers. Therefore I would suspect that if they are one of the women illustrated above, they may have carried their very huge laptop or photo prints.
If I were to select the bloggers I would like to sit down with for coffee or tea it would be the following special people:
and last but not least and always,