This morning there is a drizzling rain gently pattering a slow, rhythmic quiet dance on my window. I can hear Elvis' deep breathing mixing with the whir of the ceiling fan as the soft tick-tock of the clock blends in perfect harmony. I'm enjoying a hot cup of coffee as I write this blog and contemplate my day.
There are a couple of projects I'd like to finish. One is I covered the seats and today I hope to finish the backs of the chairs in the dining area. The other is I want to put small hinges on a piece of rustic wooden cabinet Sho made for me years ago. I converted it into a floor chest to store sewing materials and last night I bought foam to pad the lid. The idea is to cover it with strong material so Elvis can hop up on it to use as a perch/bed. Will he actually use it? I don't know. It's hard to say because sometimes things I think will please him turn out to be duds. He is a good dog and wonderful company, most of the time. I tell him GOD did a wonderful job in creating him, each hair perfectly placed.
As September comes to a close I realize the holiday season is not too far away. I have an old 1954 technicolor movie titled "A White Christmas" starring Bing Crosby. I imagine what motivated a songwriter to create the lyrics to this song. What must it have been like to be snowbound at home, no word from anybody outside the family living in the house, to the point where listening for sleigh-bells was an exciting event because that meant company was arriving...postcards, letters by snail-mail, etc. Definitely different.
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