Last night of winter

Tired, but not sleepy enough to go to bed. Listening to late night talk shows on one of my few tv channels. Something about this time of night is extremely calming. I enjoy knowing that I've done enough for the day and that it's a time devoted to relaxation.

Rained yesterday, and Demeter has been running in and out, muddy feet everywhere. I've put things on the furniture which can be washed. The battle to keep her off the furniture was lost years ago. She's family, and I won't punish her for enjoying what everyone else does.

I'm learning to enjoy my home. It is a simple, lovely little place. There are many large windows, bringing a lot of light in during the days. Once the trees bud and leaf, the predominant lighting will be a shady green most of the day. I imagine that it will change the way that the house looks and feels.

I'm learning more about my taste in decorating. Setting up my home in ways that I love, without considering the needs or items belonging to others is enlightening. This home reflects who I am. It shows my interests.

There are a lot of antiques and vintage items, books, plants, simple draperies, cozy places to curl up. There are candles, pillows, soft throws, a record player and albums, all used and enjoyed daily. There are touches of whimsy here and there. Things unexpected, not serious, put in places to make me smile when I think of them.

The artwork is somewhat eclectic. There are mainly classic art prints in the living room. The dining room has oils of forests and homes, along with an acrylic portrait of Bela Lugosi. My bedroom contains Jack Vettriano prints, definitely ones not appropriate for the young or close minded. The spare bedroom has oil paintings of the ocean. The kitchen, laundry room and mud room are all little red riding hood and/or big bad wolf prints.

Garfunkel's bowl is on a silver tray, seated upon a low bookcase. There is a sugar bowl with his food inside it next to the tray. There are pieces of Tiara glass next to the tray, as well as a small lamp. 

I'm listening to a Petula Clark cd. Songs I've not heard in decades. I'd forgotten how lovely her songs are. Preferring music over than television, I'm being reacquainted with a variety of artists and genre.

I think that Demeter's little friend finally went home. He comes through the fence and is usually waiting for her in the mornings outside the back door. I refuse to let him in, although he is charming when he asks to come in with her.

Hoping I hurt less tomorrow. I want to plant the lilies and ferns that I purchased the other day. I need to buy some postage stamps and mail a few things. Thinking of stopping at the bookstore to say hello to friends, it will feel good to be out of doors.

My former home in Okc was warm. We kept the temperature set in the low 80's. It kept me from hurting so much. Here, it's impossible to keep the temps above the low seventies. Even with the electric fireplace and space heaters, stove burners, and the dryer vented indoors, the house is chilly. And, I hurt, badly. Something else to get used to.

Enough for now.....