Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
The drive into work this morning certainly wasn't an easy go… The roads were messy and slippery … and it was just too cold!! But the change was amazing by the time I left work at 2 p.m. The sun was shining, the roads were clear and it was just too beautiful NOT to take a walk outside. My yard was perfect, as these photos clearly show. Still, I am looking forward to the snow making a quick exit -- and not returning until Christmas Eve!
I can vaguely remember back in the autumn when I actually was looking forward to cold weather and perhaps a bit of snow from time to time. At this point I can't even begin to say how fed up I am with the white stuff. Anyone disagree? It may look pretty, but I want spring!!
This past week was a very sad one at our home. We had to say goodbye to Beatrice, our cat who had been diagnosed with cancer more than a year ago. She has always been a strong-willed kitty, and she surprised everyone by fighting this disease for such a long time. But last week that fight came to an end, and she crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
When Beatrice showed up in our yard so many years ago, she was obviously pregnant. My daughter named her Beatrice, which we later found out meant "bringer of joy and happiness." Well, she was the "bringer" of four kittens, and two of them made their home with us, as did Beatrice. The other two kittens found new forever homes, but Shel and her brother, Zombie, adopted us. We lost Zombie to another form of cancer several years ago, another very sad time.
One year, Beatrice was featured on some of our Christmas cards. She always seemed to have a rather surly look on her face. We often joked that if she were a human, she probably would have a cigarette in one hand and a shot of whiskey in the other.
But her personality was just one of her charms that we will dearly miss. Each cat certainly has his or her own personality. And Beatrice made no bones about being one tough lady.
But she also was a love!
Beatrice loved to lounge on the windowsill and take in the great outdoors. We will miss her presence.
Here daughter Shel and Beatrice snuggle in front of the fire. Shel loved constantly being with her mom… She misses Beatrice so much.
The photo below was taken on her last night with us … Beatrice so loved the fireplace. She brought so much joy to our home … and has left a major void.
I got this kind of scary-looking guy a million years ago on my birthday. Yep, I'm a Valentine's Day birthday girl. There was some kind of candy in it, I suppose, but I really don't remember. I've received a lot of heart-themed gifts over my many years of life, but this is probably one of the most unique.
Then there is this dress my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Mike gave me when I was a child. I have always loved it, and even though it is fragile and has yellowed, I still have it and display it each year at Valentine's Day. It has a very special place in my heart.
And here is how I looked the year I received it, wearing it as I wait to blow out the candles on my heart-shaped cake. Yes, my mom always baked a heart-shaped cake. I loved that so!
My parents named me for my grandmothers (first and middle name, lucky me), but I almost was Valerie Harper. When I was born on Valentine's Day, my mom almost changed her mind and thought about naming me Valerie. Since my maiden name was Harper, I could have had a "famous" name.
As difficult as some people seem to find the name Nona, I'm glad my parents stuck to their original plan. Not everyone would want it, but it's mine, thank you very much. Oh, and it's short for my grandmother's name Winona -- not for the Italian word for grandmother, as so many people have told me it means.
I hope everyone enjoys today -- you don't have to have a sweetheart today… Just have a sweet heart inside you.
The smiley face on my finger in the photo below was not put there by me … and certainly did not reflect how I felt a few weeks ago!
Nope, that was taken on surgery day, after I had gotten home from having an operation on my hand for a condition known as trigger finger. For several months, I had a lot of pain in that hand -- centered in the middle finger. OK, stop laughing. My finger was stiff and painful, I could not bend it very far and when I did bend it, it would become "stuck" and then sort of pop when I straightened it. After some tests and X-rays, I was sent to a hand specialist. The first course of action was steroid injections, but when that offered no relief, surgery came next.
Luckily it is done on an outpatient basis, so after a pleasant "nap" during surgery and taking some painkillers, I was back at home for several days to recuperate. The smiley face on my finger was the doctor's way of marking the finger in question for the surgery. So of course I couldn't resist documenting the event.
All the wrapping was allowed to be removed after a day, but yuck -- who wants to see stitches? Avert your eyes if that might be you...
There, that's better. Cover it up!
The stitches are out now. The swelling has gone down a lot and I'm still working on the hand exercises. Can't wait until the stiffness and pain are totally gone. Fingers crossed that will be soon!