The one-of-a-kind memory quilt grandma made for our college girl lit up the room Christmas day. My mom had also given me and my brother our own unique memory quilts with swatches and squares from our childhood and youth in the past. I marvel at these artful and useful gifts, since I did not get the sewing gene. I weave melodies, but you cannot snuggle under a melody on a cold winter's night.
The cat lives with my city brother and is 24. Can that age be fur real? I'll have to double-check. I thought my brother said 24. Is that even possible? All I know is this cat, partially blind and mostly deaf, is still kicking despite having seizures more and more regularly. I could not resist snapping a pic of this sweet old fellow as he puffed up on that red chair, making a distinctive holiday image.
Here, the flash failed, and the play of light captured the dream-like feeling of our holiday visit to a relative's subterranean, cave-like city place. Sometimes when technology does not work like it is supposed to, you get something else even more intriguing and evocative.
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