Apologies to Will

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their bodies’ force,
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
Some in their ten-speed Puch, some in their Porsche;

Maybe it’s just that my feelings are tender this time of year – ten years since I came to California, obstinant and sulky, only to stand days later watching impossible scenes on television and knowing everything had changed – nine years since I bought this house (and it still isn’t finished!). I woke this morning at six and it was pitch dark, walked down to have breakfast with my neighbour Mary, and now face the day without my usual enthusiasm.

is this me?

So what do I glory in?

Well, I had not expected to fall so quickly in love with our new little cat, but she is so quirky and stubborn, loving yet independent, curious about everything and given to mad laps around the whole house (product I’m sure of an over-active imagination), that we are both charmed. It is such a pleasure to see her begin to trust us, even greet visitors (though we have had a few too many for her), that she purrs when I wash her face, takes her fish oil neat, lies on the bed with her neat black-stockinged front legs crossed just so, and is doing well with the Litter Quitter Stage One… so far…

I glory in my family and friends~

I glory in my work most of the time. I glory in my music and how accessible it is via the intertubes. I glory in the books I am currently reading, four of them ~

and I glory in getting to grips with my circular saw again, results to be disclosed in time, and the cool autumn weather and warm autumn colours. In fact, I think I’m out of my funk.

About Tricia Rose

Not distracted by shiny objects.
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3 Responses to Apologies to Will

  1. Stitchfork says:

    Happy to hear you are out of your funk and back in your glory. Hope Will thinks so too.
    xo Cathy

  2. tammy says:

    wow! you have the best funks of anybody i know!
    i’m glad your house is not finished. the house of a true artist should never be finished.
    and your description of pansy jack is priceless.
    cheers,
    tammy j

  3. Karena says:

    Yes as artists we are never really finished with anything, always percolating. I was surprised to fall in love with my Miss Belle so quickly as well!

    xoxo
    Karena

    Art by Karena

    I hope you will join my amazing Giveaway from the Jose Esteves Collection at Interieurs!

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