have been christmas shopping today - largely from the comfort of my own home. I LOVE the concept of internet shopping so much. We did, however, venture out to buy some bits and pieces, mostly from Pets at Home. Needed cat litter very badly (the one benefit of the food trial is that it reduces waste and - in Fiki's case - the smell value is notably and thankfully less!)
Whilst there we bought a whole heap of toys for them (guilt I think) to try and keep the boy occupied as he is very very bored without his sister to play with (code in Fiki speak for totally terrorise)
They had a new rage of cat nip products which looked fab - and judging by the delirious state he is in at the moement must smell as good as they look.
Nigel - crazy guy that he is - also bought a cat harness. I was tempted to tell him what a daft idea it was, but decided it would be more fun to watch. He said he would teach Fiki to walk on the harness and then he could take him for long walks to burn off some of the energy. It's the best laugh I have had in ages. However, maybe it will work - he has had it on for about 20 minutes and hasn't freaked out toooooooooo much!
I scrapped this page this morning and I am NOT in love with it. I don't like the mix of papers but I wanted to use the quote. I had printed it on a transparency, painted the back white and then sanded it. It is something I hadn't tried before and I like that bit of the page but just not the rest of it.
Finally I want to share this e mail Jakki sent me. Apologies if you are young - you won't appreciate it nearly as much as I do, but I think it is fab. Enjoy!
The other day a young woman asked if I minded getting old,
she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an
interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less grey hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra biscuit, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk along the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)