Under the Arch

I just wanted to drop a little line for anyone still checking this blog...to let you know that I am officially checking out. I feel like this blog is over for me, mostly because too many people I know IRL are aware of it, but also because I am leaving St. Louis.

The boyfriend and I are moving to Chicago. He was offered an awesome job, so we are starting our life together there...the place I said I would never move because it was far too cold. ;)

Goodbye, everyone...it was nice knowing you.

I had a bad feeling in the middle of the afternoon, but shook it off as pms induced paranoia. When I returned home, however, there were no meows at the door that demanded attention, and no curious creature came when I called. Hello, panic.

My cat is an escape artist. She regularly demands the freedom of my balcony for the stalking of birdies and lording her magnificence over the neighbors. Though I usually keep the screen door to the balcony securely latched, I must have , in my hurry to get out the door that day, forgotten to check it, and my curious and quite fearless kitty pushed it open so that she could sun herself.

As clever as she thinks she is, returning to the safety of the apartment is not something she has mastered. (There is nothing funnier than a quiet “mew” and a lone feline leg streeeetching through the crack left by a partially open door that won’t quite open wide enough for said cat’s head.) So, I can imagine the hours stretched on as I refused to return to open the stubborn door that came between her and her food bowl, and the mounting frustration as no one came to her rescue. What I’m NOT sure of, is how she managed to get down from a second story balcony with nothing more to show for it than a scratch on her nose.

After a fruitless search of the immediate neighborhood, and questioning of two neighbors too drunk to remember the conversation later, my housemate spotted her crouched in some brush in the backyard, which I had to crawl into and drag her back out. An hour later, we were still ignoring each other, both steamed at the worry we had caused each other.

Damn cat.

I’ve been on a creative kick lately…drawing, painting, knitting, cooking,  you name it, I’m obsessed. I have a story in my head that I think could actually go somewhere but I’m very much out of the narrative habit and then I had this sudden urge to paint a seascape and yet while looking through google image search for inspiration, all I could find seemed very cheap hotel to me. I love the ocean, but representing it in an artistic way seems difficult…at least in my mind. So, I’m itching to create something, to DO, and yet I keep stalling in some way.. it’s like writer’s block for every other pursuit I have. I know, I know, I’m getting in my own way, just as I did on this blog, thinking about it too much. MUST STOP THINKING AND JUST DO Easier said than done. (welcome to my brain by the way, stream of consciousness blogging at it’s finest) I’ve always wanted to write a romance novel and I have this idea that could actually fill the required plot- line(two people meet, they like each other, conflict, maybe a surprising element or protagonist, and then happily ever after) Tada! Fairy tales for grown up women. Maybe maybe maybe…makes me nervous, not sure why. ;)

 

 

I can’t decide which one I like better, color or black and white. Hmmm…

What can I say? I fell in love with that face…