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September 9, 2026

Disappointment

I found out something disappointing today. Some yarn that I’d ordered has been discontinued, and my order was canceled. Now, they gave me a full refund, of course, and a 10 percent discount on my next order. But I need the yarn I originally ordered to finish a project that’s sitting in a bag in my spare room.

Why is it that life’s little disappointments can have such a large impact on us? I won’t go so far as to say I’m really upset over this news–I’ve come up with a Plan B–but it’s staying with me. And I don’t know why.

I’ve tried to think of bigger disappointments that may have occurred lately that I’ve suppressed feelings about, but really don’t have any. It’s not that my life has been mundane, because things keep happening, but nothing that gives me a feeling of being let down.

Okay, there is one thing that’s been difficult for me. I can’t think of anything to blog about. I assume I haven’t been the only one to get the flashback notices, telling me about blog posts I made on this same date in years past. Ten years ago I was a prolific blogger, posting items three to four times a week. Now it seems that well is dry.

Nothing to do with this blog post–except the name–but I thought it was a cool picture.

It’s been fun looking back, and I keep thinking I’ll find inspiration in former posts. But so far, nothing. And that is disappointing.

When I come up with an idea, I do a search to see if I wrote about it before. Inevitably, I did. I do post things about my cats and that’s fun, but I’d like to write about more substantial topics, too.

So I’m sending out this request. If you have a distinct way of coming up with blog post ideas, let me know. And yes, I do look at the prompts, but they don’t usually do it for me.

Thank you!

Image Credits: Writer’s Block (header) © Zahra; Faces © F.A Nishat Anjum; Cape Disappointment © Husna; Friend helping friend © RATOCA–all, stock.adobe.com

August 22, 2026

Mimi Naps

I pulled the comforter off of my bed to wash it, only to discover that both cats love sleeping on it. Right now it’s all folded up at the foot of the bed, waiting to go to the laundromat. Here’s Mimi taking a nap on it. Hopefully they aren’t too disappointed when it disappears to be washed, then shows up again on the full length of the bed. BTW, this is the comforter I sleep with, not the decorative one.

Image Credits: Cesar Cat © Belinda O; Paws in Heart © Bigstock Photos; Sleeping Kitty illustration © Ty–stock.adobe.com

August 17, 2026August 16, 2026

It’s National Black Cat Appreciation Day!

Need I say more? Okay, it’s purpose is to dispel all myths surrounding black cats, who are just as fun, mischievous, devoted, and loving as any other kind of cat. That makes them good luck!

Image Credits: Header © Shawonpik–stock.adobe.com; Black Cat with big eyes © Tita–stock.adobe.com

August 16, 2026August 16, 2026

Grief

I had so many things to share with my dad this week. I won at Scrabble, which never happens since the other women I play with are exceptionally good. The temperature hit 100 today, which is really high for the area I live in, while in Palm Desert, where he lived, it hit 101, which is kind of low for this time of year. My AC went out two days ago when it also hit 100 (they got it fixed within 24 hours, but it still got awfully hot in my apartment). I got a new sofa.

As you can see, it’s not earth-shattering things I’d be sharing with him. But it was the kind of thing that could keep us talking for two hours on a Sunday afternoon.

Only problem is, my dad died on May 4th of this year.

Most of you who follow my blog know he died after a brief battle with pancreatic cancer. It was a shock, he was so healthy, he didn’t take any medication and was extremely active. Family history said he should have lived another eight to ten years.

And now I’m battling my grief. I can’t share the simplest things with him, not to mention some of the bigger things, like leaving my job and getting my gall bladder out, both of which happened in the last month. I’m happy and I’m healthy. I want him to know that.

I know all about the stages of grief–denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. I’m not sure where I’m at. I’m past denial. I’m not even sure that one lasted very long. I don’t really feel a great deal of anger and I haven’t done any bargaining. I don’t feel depressed, but I don’t think I’m fully at acceptance either. I simply miss my dad.

Today would have been the day I call him. I probably would have brought up football as well, since we’re in the pre-season, even though I was the bigger fan. He knew the game really well but rarely watched it. If there was a big game on at the time of our call, he didn’t mind if we postponed a day.

I’m lucky to have reconnected with my dad in the last few years as we had had a tepid relationship for so long. We rarely spoke, although those conversations sometimes were long, and while I knew he loved me I didn’t really feel like he had time for me. He was so busy with his life and frankly, I was busy with mine.

It was after his wife died that we became closer. I barely knew her and had no idea she’d been battling Alzheimer’s. They became virtual recluses until shortly before she died, when he finally put her in a memory care facility.

I called him every day after that for several weeks, then every other day, and eventually we got into our weekly call habit. He flew me out to see him several times and treated me like a princess while I was visiting him. We’d planned another trip for October of this year, but of course that won’t happen.

I think I will miss my dad for a long time.

Image Credits: Grief header © Anna Lurye–stock.adobe.com; Sun © mimibubu–stock.adobe.com; Happy Girl © Alena–stock.adobe.com

August 15, 2026August 14, 2026

Walter and the New Sofa!

I got a new sofa yesterday, and of course the cats had to check it out. Walter was the first to get there. It didn’t take him long to own it. Sorry for the quality if the first photo. I don’t know the ins and outs of my camera so I have no idea what I did wrong! The color in the second photo is much truer to both Walter and and the sofa.