This is a small room. Two chairs, an ottoman and a cabinet with a TV. One end has a piano and the other a Duncan Phyfe style table. It took me all afternoon to dust, polish, sweep and vacuum. To be fair, I have always been slow, so it shouldn't be a surprise that as I have become an elder, and elder with pain and mobility problems, I take an entire afternoon. It could be said, what else do I have to do? That would be fair. So. At the end of my labors I rewarded myself with candles and a fire.
I was also rewarded by a sleeping Frieda.
4 comments:
Looks like watching you do all that housework tired Frieda out.
HA! I think you are right. Poor girl.
Cats are a sleep magnet. Except when they start hurtling around the house. That fire and candle setup is perfect for reading with a cat.
That's exactly what I did, Boud, except I was listening instead of reading. I've been spoiled and enjoy sitting back listening to someone read to me. A great comfort in my life. As far as cats hurling, Gatto did just that when I wouldn't let him out onto the screened porch at 10:00 pm. He flung himself upward, got hold of the blind on the door and broke it. He is the most destructive cat I've had in a long history of cats.
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