MPrints & MPressions

It's all in the eyes of the beholder.















Saturday, February 6, 2010

A Few Of My Favorite Things

     A  Few Of  My  Favorite Things



Dew drops on flowers


Chocolate


My husband's dimple


The sound of rain on a tin roof


Puppy breath


Turning leaves in fall


Old houses


Snuggling with my Sweetie on a cold night


Old books


The shapes of bare trees in winter


Photographing my daughter


















Saturday, January 23, 2010

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

     Don't   Hate  Me  Because  I'm  Beautiful


Seems that we have an unlikely celebrity in the family.  Pookie.  You might know that the "other" woman in Tony's life would end up stealing all of the limelight.   Was there ever any doubt that I'm just chopped liver.  Check out my blog "The Other Woman"on 9/08/08 for the rest of the story.  She was the headline story for the Paw Print Post on January 21, 2010.


Today's rescue story: A cat who showed 'pretty toes'



Caption;  A reader named Marti writes this about a cat they saved from a shelter:
"This is Pookie. She is a beautiful black and white Tuxedo cat who is about 9 years old. Our daughter went to the shelter looking for a companion when she lived alone. When she passed Pookie's cage, the kitty reached out her paw though the bars and "showed pretty toes". That was it. Those toes CATapulted her(excuse the pun) into a life of luxury.



When our daughter moved back in with us for a few months while she was in college, Pookie came too. Pookie fell deeply and madly in love with my husband, Tony. She's in his lap every time he sits down. She stretches out on his chest, rubs her head on his chin and reaches up with her paw and touches his face. No doubt that this cat is in love.

Needless to say, when our daughter moved out into an apartment, Pookie stayed behind. She has the sweetest disposition of any cat I've ever known. We say she is the Mother Teresa of the cat world. On weekends, we take her with us to our house on the gulf coast (about an hour ride). When we bring the cat carrier in, as soon as she sees it she goes to the litter box and gets ready to go. I used to have to say "go potty Pookie" but now she's ready to roll!   It still melts my heart when she comes up to us and stretches up and spreads her pretty toes. We decided that it's her way of saying hello. Although I am second choice in her world - that's ok. I wouldn't exactly say Tony is her owner. He's more like her person."  Well there you have it.  How can I ever compete with that!?

A Lovely Way to Spend An Afternoon

                                                                      Duncan


Last Monday I had the pleasure of spending the absolutely glorious afternoon photographing my little (not quite one year old) neighbor, Duncan, in my backyard. He is a beautiful child and so photogenic.  Always smiling...a real heart breaker already. He has recently started walking and is now busy exploring everything in his universe.  Since he's become mobile, the world is a smorgessboard of endless ways to excite his sense of touch, taste, sight and smell ....we will discuss hearing in a minute.  His Mom and Dad, Susan and Chad, helped me by trying to gently persuade Duncan to go in certain directions or pose in certain ways.  Toddlers, however, have their own agenda .... staying still or in one place was most definitely NOT on his agenda.  A great deal of our time was spent with extracting leaves, bark and small twigs from his mouth.  Leaves in particular seem to be of great interest to him.  Oh, and I mentioned hearing ... he was not in the least interested in hearing his Mom ask him nicely to spit out the leaves.  Unfortunately this period of turning a deaf ear, so to speak, gets worse before it gets better but I didn't want to alarm Susan this far ahead by bringing up the terrible twos!  That will come soon enough.   It is amazing how much ground a person that barely comes up to my knee can cover and very quickly at that.  It became clear early on  how much energy he has and I don't.   It's been a long time since I've chased a toddler around.  Sorry Tara .... hey what can I say, it has been a long time since you were that age!   I  simply moved along with him and watched with delight as he proceeded on his journey of discovery.   His expressions changed with each new thing and I managed to capture some wonderful moments.  It reminded me of all the afternoons I spent photographing Tara.  I cherish those memories.  I pull out the photos often and I can remember the exact place and moment I took each one.  Every image a snap shot of a moment preserved  in the tapestry of our lives.   I hope the photographs I took of Duncan will preserve memories for his parents.   What could be a more lovely way to spend an afternoon than rediscovering the world through the eyes of a child and making memories. 



PS: I hope Mom and Dad will forgive me for including some shots.





Saturday, October 3, 2009

If I Had To Do It All Over Again

September 29, 1973

September 29, 2009

Tony and I celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary on September 29th.   We went to the camp in Bay St. Louis and spent five wonderful days.  The weather was perfect and we fished and ate (a lot) and shopped and watched movies and reminisced.  We both seemed to find it hard to put into words our feelings about the fact that we've actually spent the past 36 of the 39 years we've known each other, married.  I think it's the reality that that much time has gone by.  Gone!  36 years, that's 13,140 days, or 315, 360 hours or 18, 921, 600 minutes or 11, 352, 960 seconds.   Each and every one precious.  Each memory imprinted in my mind and on my heart .  No one could ask for a better husband than mine but he is so much more than that.  He's always been my best friend, my staunchest supporter, my biggest cheerleader, my comfort in sickness and my joy in health.  I have never had a moment's doubt that I am loved.   If there is such a thing as a true soul mate...I was blessed to find mine when we were both so young.  We've grown up together but more importantly we have grown together.  I look forward to many more wonderful years together.  Remember  I said that "We've Only Just Begun" was our song?...Tony reminded me that we have only just begun to enjoy the rest of our lives together.  If I had to do it all over again....he's still the one! ~    

Monday, August 31, 2009

Melancholy Baby




                                               Still Crazy (in love) after all these years  

I'm not sure that melancholy is the right word but I can't seem to come up with a better one.  I guess you could say I have been melancholy if it's based on being teary and emotional.  Not really sad but pensive ... yes pensive, that's it!  Every year around this time I get into this same emotional state.   There are several reasons I have been able to identify. First of all, September 29th will be our 36th wedding anniversary.  I am overwhelmed each and every year by the depth and breath of the love that wraps itself around me and fills me with a sense of  wonder at it's endurance and strength.  More about that around our anniversary date. Second, in the fall of 1976 I was suffering from a severe optic neuritis and was completely blind in my left eye.   I also wanted desperately to become pregnant and could not.  I remember clearly the day that I climbed the small pine covered hill behind our house and sat on the pine straw and asked God to do what I could not do for myself. 



I remember the feeling of complete peace that came over me and I knew everything would be OK.   My eyesight began to clear and by late fall I was pregnant with my wonderful daughter.   Third,  this is the time of year that someone very dear to me died. I still miss her terribly.  So I guess in essence there is a compilation of so many snap shots and snippets from the tapestry of my life that flood my head and my heart this time every year.   I may be teary when I stop to remember, but they are tears of both happiness and sadness. Happy for all the moments of joy and love I have been blessed with and sadness for the losses and the moments that are forever gone.   I was listening to a Carpenter's  CD as I drove along the other day and I knew I should skip "We've Only Just Begun" but I just couldn't do it.  That was our song , sung at our wedding.    My eyes welled with tears and suddenly it was 1973 again.   This past weekend Tony and I were listening to the same CD and he asked if  "We've Only Just Begun" was on it and I said yes but we can't listen to it until our anniversary.  He said we could listen to it now and then...little did he know that I struggled to hold back tears as it played.  I guess maybe I am just an old softie but I'd rather be a Melancholy Baby than nobody's baby at all.    

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Am I Batty or WHAT???













As the saying goes...real life is stranger than fiction. Sometime ago - I had just gone to bed and was lying there almost asleep when I heard a weird clicking / whirring sound. I opened my eyes and could see by the light of the moon shining in the window, this thing flying in circles. It passed by my head two or three times before I could blink. I could see my big black cat, Thunder, sitting on the end of the bed and everytime this thing went by him he would swat at it. I could see that it was larger than I initially thought and as my heart beat faster, my head tried to make this be not so bad. I convinced myself it was a large moth. I sat up and quickly turned on the bedside lamp. My eyes adjusted just as it flew by my face and at that moment my brain telegraphed to my eyes that this was a BAT!...Thunder reached up and batted (no pun intended) it to the floor. I screamed for Tony, who was downstairs, to come quick! He ran upstairs not knowing what the emergency was and I pointed to the bat lying on the floor, apparently unconcious. I stayed safely on the bed while Tony, my knight in shining armour, got a broom and dust pan and swept the bat up. (Does this remind you of that old tv show Wild Kingdom where the host, Marlin Perkins would say something like "I'll stand here on the hill at a safe distance while Jim rassles the giant anaconda".) Chickens, that's us - me and Marlin. The bat, knocked silly and lying motionless, in the light did not look nearly as big or horrid as my imagination had made it out to be .... but still made me shiver. I asked Tony what he intended to do with it and he said take it out back and turn it loose. I immediately fastforwarded and imagined (revenge of the bat!)....sounds like a bad horror movie). When my nerves settled I said, "Wait a minute...how did that bat get into the house?" After contemplating the possibilties we decided that Thunder had brought it in as a gift since he was always trying to bring in lizards and garden snakes...never even injuring them. So we accused him and from that time on he had to say ahhhh before he came into the house to insure that he wasn't cheeking something scary! After a while we let down our guard when there were no more incidents. About a year later I was upstairs in bed and realized that Thunder, who always came up stairs when I did at night, was not in bed with me. I called with no response so I went downstairs to check on him. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw him sitting just outside the guest bedroom door looking through the crack behind the door. I called to him and got not even an ear twitch so concentrated was he. I thought...there must be a huge roach or rat behind the door. I am repulsed and yes, scared of both, so I took a gigantic step up onto the blanket chest just inside the room and reached waaay out and eased the door open. I was ready for the roach or rat to run out and the scream that was caught in my throat, waiting for release, just vanished as I looked at the little creature sitting there - and he was looking right back at me. Thunder had not moved and sat there as the little furry thing came waddling out and straight toward me. This is NOT a rat my brain signaled. Definitely NOT a rat. It's too adorable.  I called Tony to "come see if you know what this is?" It had no tail, was light brown, little rounded ears, frequently washed its face and was in no manner frightened of us. It didn't seem possible but we decided it was a hamster - no doubt. But WHERE did it come from? HOW did it get into our house? We both looked at Thunder. Could it be...he stole someone's hamster and brought it to our house? But how could that be? Did he go into someone's house? Was the hamster loose or did he get it out of the cage? Had the hamster somehow escaped and was outside and Thunder found it? Or if by a slim chance Thunder wasn't a guilty party, how did the hamster get into our house? Did he run away from home and come here on his own free will? Naw...couldn't be...hamsters are not long distance navigators. Had to be Thunder. We picked the little fellow up and found him to be very friendly. Upon examination we found not a scratch on him....yes we determined that it was a he hamster after doing a little research on the internet. "What will we do with him," we said. We ended up getting one of the cat carriers and putting him in some bedding, water, apple, walnuts and placing a paper towel for him to sleep under. He was a very happy camper. After we got him settled in, Tony went all over the neighborhood asking if anyone was missing a hamster. No takers. I knew even as cute as he was, it would not be wise to try and keep him with three cats in the house. The next day, one of my friends agreed to let her young daughter adopt him. To this day it is still a mystery as to how he came to be in our house. We still give Thunder the credit. It was certainly a step up from the bat.
About a month ago, it was de'ja' vu all over again. I was lying in bed reading about 11:00 o'clock one night when I heard a squeaking sound. Thunder was not in the room with me ...(Beginning to see the pattern here... late at night - me in bed... Thunder somehow involved...)At first I thought it must be a mouse that Thunder had cornered. I quickly and quietly slipped out of bed and turned my bedroom light on. At first I thought the sound was coming from out in the hall but just as I stepped toward the door I saw it in the corner behind the bedroom door. A BAT! I swear. I could not believe my eyes! I jumped back on the bed and ...you got it...screamed for Tony. By the time he got upstairs the bat had fluttered out of the bedroom and was somewhere in the hall. "Where is it?", Tony asked. I said I didn't know and he was on his own to find it. He eventually located it and used the old broom and dustpan maeuver and put it outside. Ok ...surely Thunder could not have brought a second bat in ... could he? Is this cat's shenanigins going to kill me yet! I made an executive decision to call a bat exterminator the day. There is no bat exterminator listed as such in the phone book so I called our regular exterminator and asked how he thought the bats were getting in and could he get rid of them. I told him I had looked at every possible way they could have gotten into the house and could find no obvious entry. He said that bats can enter a house through a miniscule opening, but that it wasn't very common, that light attracted them at night and that they got inside by accident and couldn't get out and that they were as frightened of me as I was of them. Easy for him to say. He isn't the one who's too paranoid to walk around inside his own house in the dark! He said there really wasn't a good way to exterminate them and that we should go in the attic at night and look for light sources coming through from the inside. I didn't tell him but there was no way in hell that I was going into a dark attic at any time of the day or night! We, well ok, Tony, looked for light sources and scouted every evening at dusk to see if and where they were going. He never found anything and eventually I had to let it go. It took me a while to get over feeling squeamish about walking around in the house at night. I still don't know if Thunder brought in bat number one and bat number two or one or neither. So far there have been no further incidents of critters invading us but I am not at all confident that it will last. IF Thunder is the culprit, he isn't saying, I have implored him to please stick to the cute cuddly creatures like the hamster, if he feels he must bring me gifts. My nerves can't take much more!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Katrina We Will Never Forget You

                                         
The 4th anniversary of Katrina is coming up and the memory is still all too fresh....the sights, the sounds, the smells, the feeling of deep loss of the familiar .... It is a constant reminder not to take anything or anyone for granted. It can be gone in the blink of a eye. The image is a self portrait taken in my driveway in Bay St. Louis a few weeks after Katrina. In all the chaos and destruction I still found beauty in the patterns of the dried mud.


Self Portrait