. . . and the living is easy.

That is especially true for our feline housemate.  Nellie loves to rest on this chair in front of this northwest-facing window.  I keep the window open so she gets a fresh breeze.

Sunday evening, Sylvia returned after a two-week absence.  She had been with her dad.  First at his house, and then at the cottage that her great grandfather had built on Glen Lake.  A week’s vacation at the cottage has been a family tradition for as long as Sylvia remembers.  It is a cherished tradition.

Meanwhile, Nellie was becoming more comfortable with me.  She doesn’t want to settle on my lap like she does on Sylvia’s, but at least she tolerates me better.

I believe this is the way it works: If you want to build pride, get a dog.  If you want to develop humility, bring a cat into your home.

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Sunday afternoon, with camera in hand, I went out to inspect the flower gardens.  I saw a beautiful rose.  Admired it.  Walked around it to find the best angle for the lighting.  Then captured an image with the camera.

When I opened the image to see it better, I discovered the camera had set focus on the background.  Aargh!  I considered going back out for a second attempt.  That might have worked, but the light was wrong.

Then I started thinking . . .  :think:   How often do we allow our lives to focus on activities and involvements that should be the background to a life well lived?

I know that at times my life has been “out of focus.”  And life, like the river of time, flows on.  No going back.