Tuesday, April 20, 2010

to all the things i've loved before . . .

. . . who traveled in and out my door . . .

Farewell dear bookcases. You served me well through many years and many different apartments. You were my first bookcases as a single girl back in Seattle, almost eight years ago. I filled you with my beloved book collection in Winslow Place, Madison Avenue, Piso Negro, and then down to the Pacific Palisades, over to Darlington, and finally to Cloverdale, where I've now kicked you to the curb for pick-up by the city of Los Angeles. It's time to upgrade to some beautiful, dark-wood, unscratched, and sag-free shelving.

Farewell young fridge, only three years old, but hauled off by a friendly Getty Marine. Semper fi! Farewell old microwave who only sends toxic radiation waves through otherwise edible food anyway. Farewell funky little formica sewing table with the rusty legs. Farewell sweet patio furniture, donated to me by my dear friends Ralph & Tom when they moved back to Chicago. You served me well, and the green chair and little bronze monkeys still remain as a testament to our everlasting friendship.

Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you. It's a new beginning.

Friday, April 16, 2010

animal cruelty

Transition can be hard. Xander, Zoe and I have lived in our new home for almost three weeks, and we're just now getting comfortable. This has been our life as of late: lying on a blanket on the floor by the heater. The weather has been wacky, and the furniture is minimal. What kind of life is this? Happily, I've finally made a decision about my new sofa, and I plan to purchase it this weekend. Of course it's a custom order, so it won't arrive for about 12 weeks (!). And it would be nice to have a big new rug, but money is limited, so that will simply have to wait.

In the meantime, I did purchase two new cat beds for $8 each. I had thrown out the old ratty ones when we moved, and figured the cats would just make do with chairs and piles of blankets for a while. They seemed happy enough, but as soon as I brought home these new beds, there was a little gato curled up in each one. I felt so bad! Had I been denying them this basic, familiar, comfort for the past three weeks? I am cruel.

But then there's this lovely item, which cost slightly more than $8, and which remains virtually untouched. Why, kittens, why?