The cat in question,
Snuggling, purring on my lap,
She finds her warm place
Never questions life,
Not a care in her safe world
Relaxed, yet still poised
The cat in question
A lady of advanced age
My boon companion
Tag: love
Fireworks
One hot summer night
She sent him off with fireworks
Exploding mid-air
Reds and blues bursting
Sparklers lighting up the sky
Oohs and ahhhs ringing
She prayed he’d return
But the heat left when he did
Dark skies, quiet hearts
Shipping Label Humor
Today, October 5, 2017, is my 61st birthday. Yay me! According to my youngest grandchild who is five, I am an old lady. Funny, I don’t feel old. In fact, I feel fairly wonderful.
Yesterday I received a beautiful basket of gourmet delicacies from my son and daughter-in-law. I mean this is the mother of all baskets:
Apples, pears, cheeses and crackers, cookies, and a bottle of wine. It’s gorgeous and I’m going to try to be a good girl and share with Studly Doright.
One of the best things about the basket, though, was the label on the box it arrived in. I laughed for ten minutes:
“Do not deliver to an intoxicated person,” it says. I told the FedEx lady it was a darned good thing she’d come before 5 p.m.
Happy birthday to me!
Hurricane Cat
We adopted our precious cat, Scout, after Hurricane Charley in 2004. We lived in Melbourne, Florida, at the time, and Scout along with her brother had been found wandering alone once the storm passed through our area. I wrote a story about her adoption, and it never fails to make me cry. That’s like laughing at one’s own joke, I suppose.
https://nananoyz5formewordpress.wordpress.com/2014/08/22/the-rescue-of-scout/
Scout is now around fourteen years old. She’s still playful and likes to play fetch. She sleeps more than she once did, but she’s still a sweet cat who loves to snuggle. Some day we’ll have to say goodbye to our Scout, but we hope we’ll be graced with her presence for many more years.
I found her snoozing on a fresh from the dryer towel one afternoon. That’s my girl.
Peace, people.
On Being Nana
I wasn’t always Nana. Once upon a time I was plain old Leslie, occasionally “honey” or whatever endearment
Came immediately to Studly’s tongue. But by far, Nana is the best name I’ve ever been given. Fifteen years ago this week,
Nana was born when a beautiful, round faced baby girl was placed in my arms. Her wide blue eyes connected with my own
Amazed brown ones, and I have been forever changed. I might have once been ordinary, but now I am Nana.
Happy 15th birthday to our eldest grandchild, Dominique Grace. I meant to post this on Wednesday, but never changed the post from “draft” to “scheduled.”
Preprayered
Sheltered here
We feel the prayers,
Waves of heavenly love
In an earthly storm
Winds rage and wane
We feel the prayers
Frissons of faith
To comfort and calm
In our worried hearts
We feel your prayers
Buoying our spirits
Carrying us through
The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life
By Leslie Noyes
We serve as witness
No more, no less, bearing weight
Of life’s existence
That’s why we remain
When those we love cease to be
We serve as witness
When my time here ends
Serve as my witness; I lived
I can ask no more
Surrendering to Love
Surrendering to Love
By Leslie Noyes
Hate is thick out there
Marching through the city streets
Tearing us apart
Love is present, too
Quieter, yet pervasive
Calling for action
Now we have the choice
To which do we surrender?
I'll always choose love
The Long Way
The Long Way
By Leslie Noyes
She likes to take the odd way home and longs for unpaved pathways. A crowding of trees on either side pleases her
More than she can explain. He, though, searches for direct routes, interstates and expressways. No time for
meandering hither and yon. No desire to stroll the byways; a clear cut destination with the horizon firmly in view.
Always ahead of schedule, critical of those who linger over the simple pleasure of traipsing off the beaten trail.
She loves him anyway.
Last Day
Today I'm driving the Texas grandkids to the airport in Panama City, Florida, for their flight home to Dallas, Texas. Neither of have them have ever flown unaccompanied, and there are some jitters. Not on their parts, mind you, but underneath this calm exterior I'm going a little nuts.
We've had a good time these past two weeks spoiling these kiddos. Doright Manor will be awfully quiet once they leave. 
Praying for Eyebrowz 