Beading By The Fire

Today is my day off.

It is snowing again, so I thought I'd hang out by the fire and string some beads on leather, put on some Lucinda William's and enjoy the company of my sweet kitty's. Skye and Sherpa love it when I stay home. They get me all to themselves. Just us girls. I'm always jabbering at them, fawning over them, singing to them. I add their names to songs I'm listening to. They love that.

"Come on now Sherpa

we're gonna go for a ride,

Car wheels on a gravel road.

Car wheels on a gravel road!"

I take turns picking them up and twirling, spinning and sliding across the hardwood floors, as they dangle over my shoulder, rocking to the beat. On occasion we shuffle over to various windows for a peek at the nuthatches and flickers pecking to the beat of their own drum.

Then it's back to the bowl of beads and a rest from dancing. And time for cat naps in front of the fire.

Sometimes taking a break from the world outside is exactly what I need. A day to sit and contempate. To make room for reflection, ideas and daydreams.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone. ~ Lord Byron