Dylan keeps the music room warmer, the cats approve. They enjoy each other's company, and seek us out together. We have a family. I repeat, we have a family.
I got a new tea kettle, a much improved version of the design. The old one had some issues, the knob had broken long ago, the new knob a botch, and getting ready to break again.
And because of Dylan, I feel worth enough to spend the inheritance on my own priorities and wants. Remarkably freeing, that. I've always wanted stuff, but then resisted spending the money because I didn't feel worth it. Or did, then a financial emergency arose and I felt profoundly guilty that I'd wasted the money on myself. The major share paid off the roof/solar panel debt. A large portion went to the IRA investment. Then the front porch railing, on their list - probably before the New Year. A dining room table, the kitchen lamp, Dylan's suit, and my kilt, suit-coat and a shirt. Going wild here, I know.
Solid stuff, meant to last. And a kettle.
She doesn’t know all the reasons I love the life I have, because she has taught me hide the things I value from her criticism.
via CaptainAwkward.com
6 comments:
"I repeat, we have a family."
And the shoes prove it, evidence of the beloved humans in House.
...and slippers.
...and the kettle. Good on ya', as the New Yorkers say.
Cat,
Wouldn't that be Australians?
a good sight.
(cosy)
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