You crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday, hopefully into the loving circle of the four others in our fur family that went before you. You were the first in and last out of our five fur kids. I knew you would be the most complex to let go, since you and I have been together half my life. 18 1/2 years is a good long run for the runt Calico with a big mouth and even bigger attitude.
My milk went unmolested this morning, but I won’t miss cleaning a cat box. I got no chin snuggles last night, but I also didn’t have to give you iv fluids to keep your elder body hydrated. I won’t have anyone to share my Cheetos with today, or to loudly greet me when I come home, as if my leaving was some sort of personal offense to you. I’ve certainly never had a cat that talked so much. Ever. Or yelled. But I won’t miss vet bills. The conflicted emotions of not needing now to honor the promise I made to you when you were eight weeks old, that I would fiercely love, worship, and protect you to the bitter end, cause me guilt, pain, relief, sorrow…… And as I wander around this now empty house gathering all of your things to put in the attic, I see. A paw under the bathroom door, a twitching tail baiting the dog, a thundering herd of one tearing through the dining room, a lonely laundry basket, and 18 1/2 years of my life well, well worth living with you. Mama loves.
I’m an active pickler, but I haven’t delved into a lot of other canning. They scare me! Ptomaine this, botulism that, who wants to give their friends and family food poisoning?!
But I make a lot of spaghetti sauce, and making it with my own canned tomatoes is an inviting idea. So, I attempt one lowly jar of tomatoes in my canning bath with a batch of pickles.
The recipe is easy. Peel the tomatoes and put them in the jar with 1 teaspoon of lemon juice to balance out acidity and kill botulism as it matures. Great, my #1 worry come to pass. I put the jar into the canning bath and set the timer for a long 85 minute processing time. Thirty minutes in I yell out a string of expletives, realizing I forgot the death-averting lemon juice. Failure.
It cools on the counter, waiting to be tossed. I’m so mad at this point I get in the car, drive to the fruit stand, and buy more tomatoes because now I have something to prove. Sterlizing more jars, remembering the wretched lemon, I cook on, for 85 long, hot minutes.
My stove was working overtime. It was a lot of work for two prideful jars of darned tomatoes!
Prom season is such an exciting time. Dress shopping, shoes, jewelry, hot dates. Please- do not forget the hair!
I am seeing a disturbing trend in prom seasons lately… Flat regular hair! Why? Why spend so much money on your dress and accessories and then brush your hair as if you are off to home economics class on any given Thursday? I don’t understand!
You, as a young woman, have a responsibility to look your very best on this important night. You have boy’s heads to turn. You have classmates to make jealous. You have a reputation to establish, or uphold! Now is not the time for humble beauty and humility. Now is the time TO SLAY!!! Trust me, those head cheerleaders are covering all the bases, and so should you my lovelies. Natural beauty? Great. Leave it for P.E. class. This is PROM! Class, style, razzmatazz and great hair will win you the most attention every time.
Good Luck and have fun,
p.s- don’t wear a strapless dress if you think you will be tugging on it all night. It’s not worth it.
Are you suffering from the effects of dry winter hair? Busy during the holidays with no time in between work and events to even change clothing? Tune in for advice on how to traverse all your holiday obstacles while looking and feeling completely fabulous!
p.s- If you are cooking a Christmas turkey, brine it overnight first. This keeps it moist and juicy.