Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!
My idea of having a good time lately is having healthy cats, bird watching, and walking around checking the surrounding gardens. Living alone, I can withstand quiet moments. Don’t get me wrong; I am not a hermit. I see people daily and have incidental warm conversations with strangers to add a pep to our life.
Self-isolation and social distancing is not a big deal since I am an introvert living with mental health issues. When Covid started, I am well into my second year of self-isolation to stabilize my health. When the government imposed health rules to manage the transmission, I am more equipped to handle the situation. I am OK with this.
Lately, more people are having mental health issues due to lockdown, isolation, or keep a small bubble. My heart goes out to those who are now showing clinical symptoms of mental illness. I am not OK with this.
Please seek help.
January 28 is the annual Let’s Talk day sponsored by Bell kicks off.
On Bell Let’s Talk Day, Bell donates 5 cents to Canadian mental health programs for every applicable text, local or long-distance call, tweet or TikTok video using #BellLetsTalk, every Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Snapchat, TikTok, Twitter and YouTube view of the Bell Let’s Talk Day video, and every use of the Bell Let’s Talk Facebook frame or Snapchat filter. All at no cost to participants beyond what they would normally pay their service provider for online or phone access.
Miracle. All of it! That’s the sum total of my year.
Pineapple Sage
There are miracles and miracles. It is regarded as a miracle if God does someone’s will. The best miracle is if someone does the will of God.
For two years, I nurtured the pineapple sage from sampling to maturity. It grew into a huge bush, mostly leaves. Pleading to the plant to please, please, please, flower for me; even just one flower. It did not. Maybe I placed it on the wrong side of the garden where it only receives 6 hours of full sun. I thought, next year, I have to give this plant a rest. On the first day of winter, I saw the most beautiful shade of red. It’s flowering despite low temperature and snow.
I knitted you in your mother’s womb.
Oh, baby, baby. Our newest addition to our family, Sawyer, finally moved closer to home, from the east coast to the west coast at the beginning of this year. Needless to say, we are all ecstatic. I am proud to say I knitted this blanket that he is finally growing into. The pattern is called minted square. One square is completely different from the rest — an error – I found out when it’s all finished. That’s okay. Sawyer wouldn’t notice the difference.
All good things are wild, and free.
The annual camping tradition was not canceled. Thank goodness our provincial park did not close our playground due to the virus. We were good abiding citizens and practiced social distancing during camping. The kids booked their own campsite side by side and we have one big site for communal all day cooking and eating. The pleasure of being simple in the woods, keeping voices low, not breaking the sound of silence, and kumbaya is the balm to these city slickers’ souls.
You Rock Garden Helpers
Just go with the flow, said the stone to the river and I’ll wait right here.
Apart from growing plants, painted rocks are additional ornaments to brighten the garden. Inspirational and spreading kind words written on the rocks such as joy, love, peace, live life pass it on, you rock, gratitude, etc. is becoming the norm. I must say I enjoy reading them.
Humans, eat your heart out, says a senior cat.
During the pandemic, people are keener on having pets to keep them company. This senior cat got it made having a human servant to push her carriage around. I am happy for the cat yet feeling a tinge of jealousy at the same time. Jealous because I was thinking of those seniors in retirement, care, or nursing houses where their children cannot even visit them due to the restrictions.
The Peace of Wild Things
Pay attention to what gives you joy. These gifts of joy are meant to help us during times of desolation.
On my birthday, as the celebrant, I pick where I want to go with my golden ladies. We are golden in terms of age. There are three of us. Trust me, I always take them where the wild things are. This time destination Garry Point. It’s a 75-acre waterfront part with an open and rolling landscape that provides spectacular vistas across the Salish Sea and beyond Vancouver Island and the Gulf Islands. Snow geese are ubiquitous in this area. Needless to say, it was another day to remember with the golden girls as we make memories and not count years.
Blowing kisses to Uncle Josh
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
Two days after my birthday is another day to celebrate Dia de Los Muertos, The Day of the Dead. No better way to spend it in the boneyard on a beautiful autumn day to rattle and wake the skeletons, bring food on the sacred ground to feed the hungry ghost, and blow kisses to the faithfully departed.
It’s all about Grace.
If you think long enough about what you see in a cat, you begin to suppose you will understand everything, but its eyes tell you there is nothing to understand; there is only life.
Back at the beginning of the year, I adopted a cat named Grace. I remember when she was a kitten. When I used to stay overnight at her home, I wake up with Grace beside me. She is so adorable, charming, and loving. Lucy loves her. How did she come into my life? Well, because my younger cousin died. She left behind three cats. I don’t know who took the others. With my cousin’s demise, Grace will always remind me of her.
What did I truly find out this year? I found out that 2020 made me live with little of what I have. I laugh at myself a lot. There’s not a hell lot I can do.
Ending 2020 with a high note, I watched the Death of 2020. This is the best monologue that I replayed over and over again.
With no cure for Covid in sight, life for millions has been reduced to a creepy and a seemingly an endless lockdowns.
I live on my own and after a while got so lonely. I developed multiple personalities on purpose, so I can keep myself company. But, then, of course, I had to try and keep two meters away from myself at all times. Don’t know if you’ve ever tried doing that, but it’s a bloody nightmare. So I started doing video calls to keep sociable. I did so many, I sometimes glitch in real life now. Like, I just freeze now and then.
Wicked as what the brits would say. I went to bed in stitches with a smile on my face.
At the Manor, there are 48 suites with two or one-bedrooms and bachelor suits. Most of the people who live here are immigrants from the Chez Republic, Bosnia, India, Ireland, Iran, Korea, Japan, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Russia, Serbia, Sweden, Yugoslavia and other countries that I can’t think of.
I am one of them.
The Birdhouse took over by bees.
Now, we are citizens of Canada. We made The Manor our home.
“O Canada, our home and native land” is the first line of our National Anthem.
Front entrance rock garden.
The residents here are lovely, approachable and pleasant. We enjoy chatting from the balcony, window or entranceway as I potter around the garden. I must admit the garden is an icebreaker for many, even from passersby.
Bloom where you are planted.
One of the tenants took up photography and had a field day taking macro shots of all the flowers in the garden. The end product was framed and gifted to our lovely manager of the building.
When I cut flowers from my hard-earned gardening, these go to the manager as well.
Our Doors.
From single to couple to third-generation residency, I’ve witnessed them. Most of these people love to have their family around living in the same roof. It’s good to see a couple having a child or two and be able to bring a surviving parent to add the responsibility of taking care of their children.
Of course, I get to play with the children when they were younger in the garden.
The Blue Room
Kindness plays a big important role in living in this community. If you are unkind, who else will help you but your neighbour?
I must admit I find myself special because the manager allowed me to paint my suite when I had one of my episodes on mental breakdown. The activity kept my focus away from living in my head.
The end result was brilliant.
Pistachio green paint in the living room, kitchen and hallway. A hint of a rose colour for the bathroom. Skyblue for my bedroom to calm me down.
Note to me: Wake up early. Full Moon. April 16. 2020.
This is a rare day for me to get up early just to witness the full moon high up. Usually, the moon rises from the east and very low on the ground at night. With my balcony facing west, I get a good view.
Most days, I do nothing but watch the stillness of the morning. Breathing the fresh air, looking at the full moon waning as the dawn breaks, listening to the silence.
The sight of the garden is enough for me to brighten my day all year round. The poem I posted here is a reminder to plant my own garden, decorate my soul.
Again, from my balcony, there is plenty to amuse myself, especially the birds. Crows. Starlings. Finches. Woodpeckers. Robins. Seagulls. Sparrows. Hummingbirds. We feed them. Currently, the crow is busy building a nest on the holly tree. Crows are the least of my favourite because the smaller birds disappeared since they started nesting. And that’s ok. It’s only during the spring.
Life is short without coffee drinking from my precious cup. The cup’s original writing is, “Fortunately, there’s still sex.” I have to change that now.
Thinking of sex, one has to be mindful of sexually transmitted diseases. AIDS was the number one killer then, now it’s COVID, and you don’t even have to have sex!
So, the trending word now is CATS.
Our local SPCA is busy providing cats and dogs as companions for all those lonely people during this shelter in place.
Thank God, I have cats. I’m alone but not lonely.
And here they are, all over me, waking me up to feed them breakfast. The time is past 9 a.m.
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Today, someone sent me this note: “Think happy thoughts and good things will happen.”
It came at a time when the world around me is crumbling down. I am fine but not the people who I care about. I wish I can share the value of thinking positively that nothing is over until the fat lady sings.
It does take a lot of imagination to think happy thoughts. In order for me to see it vividly in my mind, there are several wallpaper on my computer to ignite and to tickle my funny brain.
Source: SoundingSoul Photography – Maria Vanesa Acuto
I can still remember the lady who took this photo. She has a very warm heart in doing volunteer work for SPCA.
The color of the hummingbird is effervescent and glitters as I hurriedly took a shot of it before it flew away.
And I am throwing this in to make everyone smile.
“Vivid is limited only by your imagination.”
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”
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“Sometimes you just want to quit. You know you shouldn’t but nothing seems better than crawling back into bed and hiding under the covers. (I am there right now, actually, with my iPad.)”
It’s Family Day in Vancouver, BC, Canada. “Cat”ching up with the kitties.
Mommy cat teaching her kitty how to drink water.
Drinking water is hard experience for the wee one should it get in its nose. Watch how Mommy cat showed the kitty how to do it.
Such concern and love.
A Perfect Pair
This is me and Dillon, my blind cat. He and I have a symbiotic relationship. I rescued him, and he rescues me every day. He is determined, courageous, intelligent, and humorous. He constantly inspires me, personally and creatively. He gives me perspective. We love each other, and we make each other’s lives better. What more could you ask for from a cat? Photograph byHannah Harvey.
Editor’s Note:
Hannah, I admire you for rescuing Dillon, your blind cat. I hope you inspire others to look beyond the surface of the cute and young when doing the good deed of rescuing, it is hard to do. Of course the focus of this photograph is the dramatic eyes or lack of. Thank you,Robin Schwartz
From: National Geographic’s Assignment “The Animals We Love.”
There were 28 winning contributors out of over 16,000 photos and this is one of winning photos.
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey –
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter –
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover –
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
The Martians heard myscream and sent a representative to discuss what problems we are experiencing in Canada. I am a bit leery with this creature, I think it is more interested with my cats.
Look into my eyes. You are falling deeply in love with me. Look into my eyes. I am perfect to fall in love with. We are meant for each other, forever! You are mine! You cannot resist me for you are just totally in love with my soft fuzzy adorable body. Feel me, touch me and love me. You will do as I say.
The Grade 1 and 2 students at VSB made their own “Splat” with black paint and chalk pastels. Using toothpicks they gently dragged the wet paint away from Splat’s body to create his fuzzy fur. Heart shaped doilies were added for a finish touch with “artist’s” name written on it.
With lots and lots of love and fur balls, Happy Valentines, Love from a colony of Splats. Working for the school board, the children are the treasure in my line of work. One cannot help but fall in love with them especially when they come to show and tell what they learnt at school to our offices. They are priceless.
Looking onto the window is one of my favorite pastimes when I am out for a walk; I am a window gazer not as a peeping tom but curious who will look out. There are many windows of different shapes and sizes, with blinds or drapes, plain or with iron grills. I often wonder if looking at a window, I can see a different world and a whole meaning will come without searching for it.
A hand on a window points me to a direction that life is very short and there’s no time for fussing and fighting. It even considers me a friend.
A store window Victoria’s Secret does not leave so much to my imagination. It is rather revealing, there’s no secret here at all.
A walk along the neighborhood, there is one particular window that I find appealing even with the blind down. It has a figurine of a blue cat.
One day, the blue cat disappeared, and a strange-looking figurine took its place. As it turned out when I went closer to the window, it’s a hairless cat and very much alive.
This window is fascinating for it changes continuously. I am beginning to think that the tenant is looking at me looking at the window. I’ve seen a person inside once before.
On a different day, the blue cat has a company, another beautiful cat with short fur and a long whisker. What happened to that hairless one? Maybe the bald cat is not allowed to catch the sunshine, or else it might get more wrinkles for lack of protection.
For most days, only the blue cat is on the window. I am beginning to miss not seeing the cats. Mind you, more cats are gazing out in the neighborhood to entertain me than people looking out of the window. When I look at humans looking out of the windows, most of them are elderly.
The cats did finally showed up one day, all three of them.
Sometimes, I ponder on the existence of the cats as a companion for humans. I am not looking for any answers except for this one. I wonder how much this doggy in the window at the pet store?
It is a good day for I am about to introduce a new addition in our community. Everyone say hello to Spiky. She is a baby hedgehog.
Please do not be jealous, Binky. I am very much aware that it was you who found this spikeball. Of course, you are still the centre of attraction. I promised Grandma that I will help her find the other foster parent to another spikeball in the cyberspace. Maybe they can exchange how to take care of Spiky so that she won’t eat your food.
What do you think, Binky? Oh? You want me to introduce you as well? Okay, everyone, meet Binky the hero of Spiky.
If we eliminate Monday, then what day can we make fun of?
November 3, at 2 a.m. on Sunday,most Canadians will “fall back” and turn their clocks an hour back to end daylight saving time and revert to standard time.
I burnt my lunch because I got carried away reading people’s post. I ended up fasting until dinner time. Not eating gave me a humongous headache. And just take a look at this. Who has a problem?
I think I am having a bad dream
I think I am having a nightmare
Tell me it ain’t so
Tell me it ain’t Monday
Tell me, tell me, tell me
If it is…
Wake me up when Monday is over.
Caution ~ a yellow tape wrapped around one part of the park greeted me. This is not the first time I’ve seen it. It comes on and off. This is a little bit disturbing for me because I work around here. Every day, I pass by the park to get to work.What is happening here? Does this mean, KEEP OUT for:Sleepers on the parkSomeone who wants to move inScavengersSlugDogCatWild DucksWild GeeseWhat could it be? Aha! A day in the park of fun
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If you built it, they will come. And they did.
I built a sanctuary for birds, two birdhouses. Eventually, they did come.
Finches were the first family that came to nest. I watched the Finches built their nest in the bigger birdhouse and saw the young ones took their first flight. That was such a delight to see. Then they returned and nested again. A total of eight birds came to life and it was thrilling to be a part of it.
The following year, the chickadees discovered the blue house. A new generation were born in this house.
Last year the bees took over. I have no heart to shoo them away. They needed a place to stay and besides they can pollinate the flowers. They were mason bees.
The chickadees came back to nest but it was too late because the bees are not moving out any sooner. Needless to say, I was “bird less” for a year.
This year, I waited for the bees to come back. They were no show. So I decided to clean the nest.
Much to my surprise, I heard the sound chickadee-dee-dee; the best known sound that gives the bird its name.
Between Me, Maurice and Lucy, we imprisoned ourselves inside my sanctuary. The balcony is off limits.
Feeding time
The feeding process is in full gear for at least three weeks. From sunrise to sunset the parents are in and out of the birdhouse to feed their offspring. I can only imagine that there are at least four tiny birds inside the birdhouse.
I have already seen some of the heads poked out from the hole and the parents are now feeding them from the hole and no longer going inside the house. It must be a fairly cramp lifestyle inside when the offspring have grown their feathers and big feet.
Mom and Pop Chickadee
By this time, the parents are starting to look haggard. All they do is feed the bird. Such love and drive to provide food for their young is amazing. And I thought, how much we could learn from them.
Last night, I noticed both parents were perched on the bamboo line and were sounding off a different call. I am unsure what it means but I have the feeling that they are calling their offspring out.
Lucy and Maurice watching the parents
Even Maurice and Lucy were looking at them, intently in a calm manner. The cats were listening to the chattering of the birds. I wonder if animals understand each other.
I focused all my attention to the Chickadees since the departure of Nymeria.
Today I came home, all is quiet. Not a single chirp.
I went outside and called the birds. Chickadee-dee-dee. Nothing.
It’s so strange to hear no chirping sound and the ruckus of the young ones when it’s feeding time.
What is stranger, Maurice and Lucy did not even come out to the balcony with me. They must have known the birdhouse is now empty.
A feeling of emptiness came over me. An empty nest syndrome.
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A week from now, Wednesday, February 13, 2013, is the beginning of abstaining from what we like most for 40 days and 40 nights.When I ask the kids what they will give up, they normally choose chocolate, candy, pop, television, Facebook (right!), etc.On a higher scale, Patricia from Called by Joy provided this list to give us other ideas.Give up worry – trust Divine Providence Give up discouragement – be full of hope Give up bitterness – turn to forgiveness Give up complaining – focus on gratitude Give up pessimism – become an optimist Give up harsh judgments – think kind thoughts Give up hatred – return good for evil Give up negativism – be positive Give up anger – be more patient Give up pettiness – become mature Give up gloom – enjoy the beauty that is all around you Give up jealousy – pray for trust Give up gossiping – control your tongue Give up sin – turn to virtue Give up giving up – hang in thereLet’s pretend for the sake of this prompt, more importantly, for the sake of Daily Peace, what will you give up? Tell me and I will you mine.
When I injured my back due to work related activity, enter Workers Compensation Board (WCB). Having an exposure to WCB, I learned that this body has to work in an ergonomically correct environment in order to suite my needs. The chair, the height of the desk, lighting, keyboard, etc. has to be measured. It’s all fine and dandy; this body can find no comfort. The constant pain reminds me that I am still alive and I am grateful for that.Can the genie grant me new body? I think not. Therefore, a perfect space for reading and writing is a mere illusion.However, I find the joy of writing in so many ways as long as I carry with me a small notebook. I am a constant note taker. There’s a box of notebooks or journals I’ve written on daily activities about the injury. Oh well.Here’s a thought. When I moved to Room 306, for reading and writing-table, all I had was a cardboard box, a 3×4 piece of wood and a chair. I love this make shift table. The kids used this as their drawing table. One drawing is still on the table, the face of Calvin; hair all sticking up and the silly grin on his face. This piece of wood still exist.As for the box, it’s gone. I have to throw it out because of a silly squirrel. One sultry day, I left the balcony open. I came home that the box was all chewed up because the squirrel is a climber and got into Room 306. UGH. My favourite table is now chewed into bits and pieces.Fast forward, no more squirrels and this is how my best place to write looks like. With classical music in the background and the drapes wide open so that I could see the hummingbird, it’s heavenly. More than what a genie can give. Perfect.This is in response to Daily Prompt: Writing Room. Come and join us, it’s fun.
“Daily Post: Clean Slate – Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?”
The place is the tiniest room in a three storey older tenement. It’s a bachelor suite measuring around 500 square feet or less, big enough for a simple life.
Room 306 is the back part of the third floor of Royal Manor. She just loves that name and she started feeling regal already. Seeing the bright living room with balcony, plenty of natural light is very conducive to a healthy living for the new tenant requires natural light in order to survive the long winter ahead.
A balcony, she feels so blessedly rich. She can picture what plants to grow, eventually. No animals allowed is the agreement she signed for. That is just fine by her since she doesn’t want any responsibilities. All she wants is to take care of herself and live a life of solitude.
The tenant is a minimalist. All she brought with her is an old bed and three dressers for her clothes. She loves dressing up. No sofa, no chairs, no table for she threw in the towel. A clean slate, a new beginning.
Ah, she can now breathe. No more stuff that suffocates her life.
Over the years, the room is gradually filling up and it has maintained its simplicity in life. A sofa, plants, folding dinning table, a cat. Plenty of light and life. She now loves living the life what God has intended for her.
“DP Prompt: Take Two – Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.”
Hummingbird on my balcony
First Verse of Poem
Harmless Maurice
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
“Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?”
It’s now day three that I am under the weather.
I am so sick and tired of being sick with coughing, sneezing and dull achy feeling. Living alone does not help. I feel so alone in this world. I want my mommy.
The weather is uncooperative. It has been raining for a week now, cold miserable winter day. I am so bored all cooped up at home. It’s so depressing looking at the weather. I want the Sun.
Be patient. This too shall pass. It’s hard to be patient being sick with colds. I know I’m not the only one suffering with this blooming cold. I caught this from commuting, from work, from who knows. No point of blaming. I just have to have a lot of patience. Where can I buy patience?
What am I going to do about? I will cook more chicken noodle soup, cuddle up with my cats and a dose of hope from the Lost Generation.
Pick the best pictures from your 2012 and have those pictures tell everyone about your yearMemories, pressed between the pages of my mind. These are what matters to me in 2012. From life to death. New Year should always start with new beginnings, a new life. But year 2012 stared with someone dear to me being called back Home. Not just dear friends but dear companions, the Cats in my life. Angels I call them now. From sorrow to joy, with the birth of my nephew’s son, this is a delightful surprise. Baby James is a new life and a beautiful beginning for the year 2013 not just for me but for everyone in my family. Shalom Aleichem. To Life!
Bye for now mon amie, Jancis Grace
Surprise – a new life, Nephew’s baby in Momi’s tummy
Missing you Mother
Cat Angels – Caramel and Rex
Megan, my little sister, I’ve lost in touch
Just Listen – JGB’s note posted on her table
Cat Angels – Adi and Sophie
An Angel welcoming me at Joni’s home in Chilliwack as I enter
Tupper School Poster September is back to school month
Birthday celebration with childhood friend
Cat Angel – Ruby Roo
Our own Baby Jesus, Baby James. A new beginning for 2013
