Sunday, November 22, 2009


This past Saturday, my mom, my cousin and I went to the Showcase of Arts and Crafts Christmas Extravaganza at the Freeman Coliseum! WOWZA!! What a blast we had! Tons of things to see, lots of inspiration, lots of people, lots of walking. Barely any food. Ugh. That is my only complaint.
This is called a "Beef Sundae" by the folks in a wagon in the so-called food court. It has shredded beef, mashed potatoes, gravy (too much) and cheese, toast on the side. Oh, the "cherry" is a tomato. Cute and original for sure.
There is a definite lack of food at these art & craft shows. No breakfast food anywhere and barely any lunch! Hot dogs mostly. No thank you. They really should have their act together before the show opens - everyone ends up waiting - and most arrive hungry! They could make a killing in the food department if they just had the right mind set!
Ok, off the soap box now.
The show was wonderful, as usual and we had a really good time. Afterward, we went to a Mexican restaurant I can't remember the name of (sorry) and ate and ate. We seem to have developed a food obsession. uh hum. Stopped at our fav meat market on the way back home for dried beef and tenderloin! Saving it for the Holiday. Well, maybe not all of it.....

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Good-Bye Dear Friend

K. C. - our 17+ year-old furball - died October 17. He was the best kitty ever. So loving, so smart. I am pretty torn up about it as you can imagine. This is hard for me write but I feel like I need to get it down in print.

He had degenerative kidney disease and it was irreversible. Nothing could be done. We knew K.C. was heading down the home stretch but I had hoped not yet.

We were on vacation and our son was looking after him. We cut our trip short and hurried home after our son called - leaving *2* messages (no cel towers where we were) - wondering when we were going to be home. He never calls. I knew something was up. I had told him NOT to tell me bad news over the phone.

I called him as soon as I could. He had taken K.C. to the vet that morning. I called the vet and after she confirmed it looked bad I made arrangements for our son to pick K.C. up and take him home - we'd be there before 10pm.

I feel like K.C. waited for me. No, I know he did. When we got home, he purred his last purr for me and all he wanted was for me to hold him. Which I did - all night and as long the next day as I could. He left us at 2:15pm. Hardest thing I think I've ever done. But it's what he wanted - to die peacefully at home being held by his best friend.

Goodbye, Dear One - may you live in our hearts forever....