I, on the other hand

Ann, crafter extraordinaire. showcased on her blog some wall plaques she made from pizza pans, placemats, and other crafty bit and bobs. One of them was a “Home Sweet Home” plaque

Would it surprise you to know that I have a plaque over my front door with a similar sentiment?

Made by some nameless crafter, this has hung over my front door for over 25 years. Obviously the person who made this doesn’t share Ann’s cheery outlook

But it oh so reflects mine…

That’s a tiny bit of an improvement…

With all of Frankie’s colorful blankets gone I thought the living room was kinda drab looking –

Those little pillows are covered in a shiny grey fabric with an iridescent loopy-circle pattern. When I bought those covers I had a loveseat with bright orange cushions and it looked very bright and fun. Then when I bought this loveseat a few months ago the pillows just blended right in since they are almost the same color as the leather. But it didn’t matter because I had crocheted a blanket for Frankie that was orange, yellow, green, red ombre. Truly bright.

Because orange is my new yellow, or purple, I replaced those pillow covers with orange – same fabric and pattern just – orange.
Now isn’t that a bit better?

What impresses me

about Joe Biden is his religious faith. I am not a Christian and of all the codified, organized religions in this world the Catholic Church is my very least favorite (oh, SO my very least favorite).

But Biden’s faith is personal. He truly believes. Quietly but obviously. But he doesn’t push his faith on others, even as a political gambit. Over the years his stand on women’s health and LGBT rights has evolved – contrary to the rules of his church – because as an elected representative he represents EVERYONE.

Commentators on his inauguration felt there was a religious atmosphere to the entire event – Biden’s speech, Amanda Gorman’s poem (and please someone tell that young woman to keep her hands in her pockets before her next public reading). I have no doubt that when he quoted St. Augustine (“St, Augustine, a saint of my church”) he did so from memory. I have no doubt he really believes and lives his beliefs.

The Christian right should be thrilled to pieces about Joe Biden, that is if they really believe in the Christian message, if they really believe in a universal God, not just their god.

I admire Biden’s faith in his Faith. I think it is a very good thing and it makes him a very good man.

Blessed Be.

Something a bit more cheery

Daughter loaded up our shared Google drive with lots of pictures, some from Christmas and some from just daily living. Also lots of little videos. There was a totally hilarious one that must have been taken right after the girl’s bath because they are both naked, running around in circles in the living room dragging their towels and the oldest one yelling “Naked baby run” So funny, so nothing I would share.

I got my new toaster on Sunday, worked well but mostly it is so pretty on the counter – the color is ‘peach orange’, really a soft pastel peach color and it is ‘medium’ sized – so a bit on the compact side which is okay with me, I don’t need jigunda appliances – getting the color right was a bit difficult but this is pretty close but a bit too orange –

I do love the retro look, had I the cause and the money I would so do my kitchen with retro look appliances, the only dilemma being what color to choose – different companies have different selections – do I get butter yellow or mint green or orange? My husband always chooses red but I don’t do red.

I do love lots of bright colors, I don’t wear them anymore but our apartment is rather a riot of color with nothing matching at all. Orange and purple and yellow and green? Yeah, why not!

My heart is breaking twice over

Once for myself and once for my husband. It has only been 2 days since Frankie left us. I cleared up her litter box, put her pet steps and her little step stool away, tossed out her dishes. Her cat perches are still under all the windows, her starchaser toy still sits in the living room.

Every day after lunch my husband would pick up his book and his cane and announce “Nap time!” and he would walk to the bedroom and Frankie would follow him. She would lie on his chest while he read and then, when he rolled over to sleep she would curl up on his ankles and rest there.

Yesterday, and today again, after lunch and the ‘nap time’ announcement my husband cried. As he turned to walk to the bedroom he said “I want her back. I miss her” After he leaves the room I start to cry, for him and for me missing Frankie.