Lookout – Wordless Wednesday

image: Iris, from martha0stout’s phone


Betrayal – Eclectic Corner #11

Mud between the toes

This room is full of betrayal

Quick clean in the sink

image: Iris, from martha0stout's phone

image: Iris, from martha0stout’s phone

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes,
Got nowhere to run.
–from Untitled by Simple Plan

I’m throwing in all three parts of this month’s Eclectic Corner #11: Momentarily at the same time due to being so incredibly late in getting it up at all…

Lost and Covered in Dirt – Thankful Thursday

Today I am grateful for that last moment, when you think you’ve lost something precious and then you turn around and they were right behind you, softly trying to get your attention the whole time.

Realized the other day that I hadn’t seen Iris in a few days and started searching frantically for her, calling her name all over the house and outside. She usually comes to see what the fuss is about if you call her name enough, but I searched the house and the yard and didn’t find her. Just as I was about to give up, I heard the tiniest little mew behind me (she is the second quietest cat I have ever met and she’s actually grown louder since coming to live with us). I turned around and there was my ink blot covered in dirt.

She purred and let me pick her up and cuddle her close, dumping dust and dirt into my face as she rubbed up against me. I was so grateful to find her that all I could do was shakily chuckle.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update the link when able.)

EDIT: Link updated as of May 30, 2015

I Wish That I Could See You Once Again

I waited all day for the truck to arrive. To be truthful, I’d been waiting for that truck to get here since it had first left the duplex on Friday morning. It was Thursday, almost a full week since I’d seen something that had been a permanent fixture in my family and my life since before any of my siblings were even born.

Since before my parents had even been married for six months to be honest. It was their first baby, something they bought before they even had a bed to sleep on at night.

“I told your father that I would sleep on the floor as long as necessary in order to get that piano,” she said as I glanced once more out the window in anticipation.

“They’re here!”

With silence, we watch as, piece by bulky piece, the piano is brought in and then assembled. Very politely, the movers turn it just a little, this way and that for my mother once it’s fully together.

“That’s it! That’s perfect.” She says with a smile.

I thank them as well and make sure to pay them before watching as they drive off once more, this time without a member of my family with them.

I turn back to the piano and don’t comment as I see Mom hugging it. I’d already done that while they were putting their equipment away anyway.

image: Iris and the piano, from martha0stout's phone

image: Iris and the piano, from martha0stout’s phone

Even Iris missed her favorite perch.

Don’t worry about the broken music stand. That happened decades ago when my parents were still married and before their many children. That’s right, that wasn’t us…for once.

(This was supposed to be post right after the piano arrived, but I forgot. It’s the second part to So Long Old Friend. The two titles are from a song from the Garfield cartoon movies.)

(I will include the link to the first post when I am able.)