Showing posts with label Thomas Moore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thomas Moore. Show all posts

Friday, November 6, 2009

Thanksgiving At Grandmother’s House (310/365)

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We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. 

Thornton Niven Wilder (American playwright and novelist, 1897–1975)

TIME:  10:26 PM
PLACE:  The Living room
SUBJECT:  Department 56 Set

HandsomeHusband gave me this set in the fall of 2005, when I experienced my 1st Thanksgiving without my mother.  I didn’t feel much like celebrating that year (heck, I STILL find it difficult to get into any holiday spirit), but his thoughtful gesture touched my heart.  I don’t have many Thanksgiving decorations, so I am glad that he presented me with this one.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Ricardo Montalbán Approved (233/365)

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“On my velvet couch reclining,
Ivy leaves my brow entwining,
While my soul expands with glee,
What are kings and crowns to me?”

Thomas Moore (Irish Poet, 1779-1852)

TIME:  9:50 PM
PLACE:  The Living room
SUBJECT:  New Leather Couch

After 12+ years, our old couch had done its time and was due to be retired.  It had been through 4 cats, 3 kids and 1 dog.  It had been jumped on, eaten on, thrown-up on, and urinated on.  (I will not go into other activities that have been performed on said couch.  This is a family-friendly blog.)  When I sat on either corner of it, my derriere would sink to the ground.  The upholstery covering the cushions was becoming threadbare.  It also retained a certain smell that even an entire bottle of Febreze could not rectify.  It was time for it to go.  Last Sunday, I looked at couches and I ended up choosing this leather one.  It was delivered this afternoon.  The dog is being trained to stay off of it – she has her own upholstered chair to sit on – I wish I could do the same with the kids!