Reading harold_maude's journal

I have a kitten in my pocket. Little Annie. She's still small enough to fit in my pocket and she's quite comfortable there.
She's almost two months old now and she still fits in the palm of my hand.
She was the runt of the litter. We saved her and her two sisters from death by opposom.

She's a strange one. She loves to check out people's faces.
She gets very close to look in the eyes and then gently pats the face, as if she's looking for some familiar memory of someone she once knew.

Everyone who comes here gets the same treatment from this little one.
It kind of reminds me of an old woman who has brief moments of clairity, reaching up to touch the face of her children and grandchildren.

She also snores, which is quite funny to listen to. She's sound asleep right now and snoring away like someone sawing logs.
I suspect that's where they got the term sawing logs.

It looks to be a fairly decient day outside, cool crisp fall air with a good does of sunlight.
A perfect autumn day.
The kind of day that is suited to long walks in the park or the woods, depending on where you live and how close to any woods you live.
I may go collecting leaves today or just go find a place to ponder for a while.

Winter is on it's way, and soon there will be snow and short days and long nights. It makes me wish we had a fireplace here.
There's something comforting about sitting in front of a fireplace when the wind is howling outside and the snow is dancing in the wind.
A fireplace is what's missing in this house.

The foundation of this house was built in 1909, and a potbelly stove sits in the basement.
It would seem that the orginal owner of the house thought that was the best place to put a stove, as it would warm the whole house.
I was talking to the landlord and he told me about some of the history of this place.
One of the people who owned it worked for the railroad, and he built all the outbulidings in miniture so to speak.
The pig barn is the size of a small garage.
The lambing barn was orignally about 1/4 the size of a normal one.
The grainery is another tiny building and it makes me wonder what the guy was thinking.

Last year we found some very old newspapers in one of the walls leading into the basement, they were dated 1922.
Fun reading.
They had a fur coat for 49.00. And french linen dish towels for .49 cents.
I guess it's all relative.

There was an aritcle about a judge who had died. And some social events, and even an aritcle about a football game.
We've kept the papers and would like to take them to someone who can frame them without distroying them.
Their fraglie.

The staircase going upstairs is narrow, and like other old houses, it's quite steep.
I guess back then they designed staircases based on the idea of a ladder, which was what people used to get to upper floors before they put in staircases.

I find myself wondering about all the people who lived here.
What they were like, and if they were ever as discontent as many people are now.
I'm sure they didn't know what bordom was as their life was more dependant on taking care of the nessities of life, instead of filling their lives with toys to keep themselves amused.

The basement of this place reminds me of pictures I've seen of some of the houses in the english country side.
There is even a couple of tree trunks that were used as support beams.
I've been in only one other house that used tree trunks as part of the basic support system in a house.
It was a very cool old house as well.

If we are all still here, when it reaches 2009 we're going to throw a party to celebrate this place being 100 years old.
Not bad for a house that stands in tornado ally.

Well, the day is just getting started and I've got some art that is shaping up to be interesting.
I just need to find someone who's marketing skills are good.
The kind of person who could sell icecubes to an eskimo.
They are out there somewhere, I just need to find them is all.
I would market my work but I really suck at marketing, and can't sell anyone anything.
I really actually suck at it.

Maybe today will be the day I find that person. I can hope for that, and see what happens.

Its getting warmer here, which makes me feel a lot better now since I dont have to look like a snow ball everytime I go out.
A light warm jacket usually does the job.

I remember having kittens when I was about 8 or 9 years old. And old fond memory of mine.
As a child I was always chasing after cats, the more I never got the them the more I would get irritated.

There was this one cat who strolled on along home one day, she was a slender white one with a few big black patches around her and black paws except for one of her hind ones.

I remember the determination of wanting to catch her so bad that I hid behind the car until she got to a corner and I finally pounced on and caught her.
You see, all I wanted to do was stroke her and after doing that, she wouldnt leave me.

I remember the feeling of being wanted and needed maybe consciously for the first time and I named her Tom (since I thought she was a boy).

A month later she had a litter of kittens in crook in our house. I remember naming each one of them though a few months later they all left but Gus. He stayed.

It's been a miserable and tiring day, and I made a schedule last week hoping I would stick to it and thereby finishing a lot of assignments. But the way I work.. it never got followed.

I read your post and it just reminded me of Gus and our old house with a Mango tree more than 10 years ago.

I hadn't thought of Gus in a long long time.

Thank you for making smile today.

Foosh... Aaughh!!... Foosh... Aauuggghh!! - Cold spray deodorant

I'm glad it made you smile. You have effectivly lit up the world a little more and that's always a plus.

You have trouble sticking to scheduals too huh? :) I've found that sometimes it's easier to get more done if I take one thing and work on it until I can't go on with it further, and have to lay it aside.
Working beyond that point will end up ruining what I'm doing.
So the way I end up working is in a meandering fashion.
Kind of like trying to drive a tank up a bent road sometimes, but hey the scenery along the way is great. :)

Maybe a little "person" covered in fur is something to think about.
:)