The antique dining table was set with the finest linens, the wedding china, and the family crystal waiting for the guests to arrive. She stood at the window watching for the guests she so often invited, the people she loved. The guests who never responded to her invitations, her love.
Grandma’s Yarn A ball of yarn was never far from Grandma’s lap. Every Christmas, birthday, and special occasion they all knew there would be something for each of them lovingly knitted or crocheted by her. She’s been gone for years but they still miss her and how she made the special days even more special with her creations made of yarn and love.
He was a big tough man with lots of tattoos, usually dressed in leather riding his Harley, who rarely smiled. Most people were afraid of him and to be honest he did look kind of rough and scary. But she knew her daddy was really a big soft sweet teddy bear dressed in a bad guy disguise.
I thought I had found the perfect place with the best people for us to live with quietly and peacefully. The people here surprised me and I am not easily surprised. They talk sweet and nice, but they don’t love us or even like or understand us and they certainly don’t respect us. When they started teasing and playing rough with the kid, my kid, I knew we had to leave before they broke his spirit. So, here we are on the road again looking for a safe place to live, a sanctuary, a family.
This is my gramma’s rocker.
It was given to her by my grandfather when she was pregnant with my mother.
Gramma rocked her children and her grandchildren in this chair.
When she died it was given to my mother who rocked her grandchildren in it.
When my mother died the chair became mine.
I have rocked all my catkids in it.
This year the chair is 99 years old.
It will always be “Gramma’s rocker”.
i am spying on mama. she does strange things in the little room where her litter box is. besides using the box, i mean that’s not strange. she brushes her hair and that’s not strange either. everybody needs a good brush now and then. she does it every day which is a bit obsessive but better that than not often enough or not at all.
the strange part is that she washes her face. that isn’t odd all faces should be washed often, but what is strange is she puts stuff on her clean face. why put stuff on a perfectly clean face? it’s beyond me. it does smell good though. i am not going to tell you about the bigger little room where she sits in hot water it’s just too weird. the other odd thing is she puts a brush in her mouth and instead of having a good chew she adds goo and brushes her teeth! i don’t think the goo even tastes good because she spits it out.
i’m not going to go into all the dressing and undressing and dressing again that goes on. why people just don’t have fur coats is really odd. inefficient, expensive, and time-consuming if you ask me.
do all peoples do this stuff? i know none of you come with fur coats and do the dressing thing but the other stuff? and you think cats are odd.
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