Shifting Sand...

a sigh...silence...some people do not like change.  They prefer a static condition.  A constant in their lives. Monotony. Boredom.  Static.  Stagnant.  I find that hard to comprehend.  Life is like shifting sands.  Movement.  Ever so delicately.  Almost unnoticeable by the naked eye.  And undercurrent. Ever shifting sands.  Of time.  Of emotions.  Of thoughts.

Wall Paper on the Wall

Red and white...well off white...dirty white vertical strips....a low 6 inch border...wainscot level.  Labradors.  Then off white...dirty white wainscoting.    I have looked at these walls for over a year now.  It has been my home.;  My room in this house.  My refuge.  My retreat.  Peace.  Quiet.

The Labradors on the border along the wainscoting look like Lucky the house Labrador - the real lab.  He's an old Southern gentleman.  Waits at the stairs until I tell him to go...don't wait for me Lucky.  Thinking to myself (selfishly) that if I were to slip and fall, Lucky would make a comfortable obstacle to block a real fall and knowing Lucky he would just turn and look at me as if to say...I'm always there for you.  And he is...he loves to come into my room when the house is quiet.  He'll find his spot on the rug where the sun has decided to settle for a few hours and, of course, he moves accordingly as the sun moves.  He's such a warm, gentle dog.  Hate to refer to him as a dog .... he's more like a Southern gentleman indeed.  Caring and loving.  So funny to see him around the cat.  Oh yes this big Lab gives the Frady Cat wide berth.

Then there is what we refer to as "the Princess".  Winky...a Boynton Spaniel.  Her eyes are so soft.  She'll come into my room and up she goes onto the comfy corduroy covered chair by the window.  Winky likes the sun too but prefers it from the height of that chair besides she loves to look out of the windows at the Boulevard and make sure there are no other animals staking out "her" yard.  There is a pink blanket on the arm of the chair and Ms Winky loves to push it around with her paws until she is totally comfortable exactly where it is.  Depending on the chill in the house, she may find a spot to pull over so her nose is covered by the blanket.  Pink is her color afterall.  However, I do have to confess, her dreaming creates quite an interesting sound from her and then the snoring...oh my heavens.  She snores worse then my father did and I could hear him from two doors down.  But she is a sweet, adorable little thing.  All exuberant and ready to go on adventures and who knows what she might bring back as her quarry.

Then there is Frady Cat....once upon a time a cat of the streets.  Born on the streets.  Lived on the streets for a good portion of her life.  And then she found this house.  As I understand, she really wasn't sure she wanted to live the life of a domesticated cat but she did like a warm bed to curl up on and food that she didn't have forage for.  She was prone to staying out days at a time but then in the mornings she would be perched on the washer on the back porch waiting for the door to open.  The door that said you are always welcome, Frady.  Amazing how creatures can change...can be open to a new way of life.  Some people can't even do that.  Seems to me over this past year that the times she has come home with a scratch over her eye or her tail looking like something took a bite out of it have diminished.  She spends less time wandering the boulevard and the roads below the hills and more times in the house where she finds the warmth of the furnace, the warmth of her housemates - Winky and Lucky.  And enjoys the hands extended to her to pet her and say love in their own special way.  She knows she is safe.  She knows she is with family.  She knows she is home.