Simplicity is coming to our household. Especially to our mantel. My great grandmother’s precious cranberry glass pitcher—in the bookcase. My prized anniversary gift, crystal Frank Lloyd Wright candlesticks—waaaay back in the bookcase. Just about every thing that might possibly break—tucked away in a safe place.
Why?
Because Ginger is ascendant. He’s taken up residence on the mantel, and he doesn’t always land there exactly where he planned. (He leaps from the tv stand or the library steps.) And why the sudden change in roosting place?
Cold day comfort. At the urging of our daughter (nagging?) we have installed gas logs to warm up the chilly living room and, we hope, help with astronomical power bills. The room isn’t all that warms up. The fireplace bricks soak up heat and make the mantel “just right.” At least Ginger thinks so.
I’ve left some few hard-to-break items. An Indonesian wooden head, the FLW chiming clock, a heavy (too heavy I hope) Chinese lamp, and Kuan Yin deep in the corner. She used to be on a lamp base, but Ginger decided that she’d be better freestanding—that was when she lived on an end table. She’s the goddess of compassion, so surely she’ll take pity and let me keep my possessions unbroken.
1 comment:
Ginger has it right! With Boston the coldest in five years I don't ascend to the mantle but invite the grand-dog Pug onto the bed to warm my feet. He's so happy he has given up snoring to avoid banishment to the downstairs' sofa. What could be more relaxing for anyone than staring at the fire and languid Ginger. Lucky you. Of course the vases and candlesticks are more in danger from my gesturing arms than any cat on the premises.
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