Sanguine Tenacious Tidings

Stories of Life

4/14
Staying at Home: Storytime
Which items in your home have a story of how they came to be there.

Yep! 6 inches of snow all over everything this weekend. Poor crocus, still there though, snow gone now.

Quote: This is from a really good detective story: "Most of the bridges you try to cross before you come to them turn out to be imaginary anyway." "SONGBIRD" by Peter Gainger

STORYTIME

Lots of things in our house have a small story I guess.

The cat tree in the living room came with my granddaughters cat when her step dad kicked the cat out of the house. I always wanted a cat tree so this one is nice to have and the three cats all use it. The top bed on it is 6 feet in the air but two of the cats are young and have no problem getting up there and sleeping. Scamp, the cat who came with the tree, accidentally got out of the house when some groceries were being delivered a week ago. I did not know he was out until an hour later I heard someone knocking at the back door. When I opened the door Scamp charged in having satisfied himself about the outside wilderness he needed a safe warn spot for his afternoon nap. I never had a cat that would knock on the door to get in before.

I took guitar lessons in the 80's. I started on an old beatup guitar that I paid 5 dollars for at an Airforce second hand shop in the 60's. When I bought the first guitar I sent away for a lesson book and took free lessons on PBS on a San Antonio TV station.

When I started lessons in the 80's it was with a local teacher who played classic guitar. The old guitar was difficult to tune. After a few lessons I saved up some egg money and bought a new classic quitar. At the time it was a true extravagance of cash. The music store owner who sold me the new instrument told me all about how each quitar had a one time special emblem in the center, a very intricate design. The sound of the new quitar was exceptionally better. Now, I don't even know what happened to the old quitar. I think I gave it away.

My father-in-law had perfect pitch and played a range of stringed instruments. At some point he stopped playing as he aged. Then he sold all his banjo, guitar, etc. When he was in the hospital at the end of his life we visited him. He asked me if I still played my guitar and if I stopped playing, if I would ever sell it. That was many years ago but, my answer is still no. I won't sell it and I will keep playing as long as I can.

I visited this same question just recently in regards to my saddle and bridle that I own from my last horse, a chestnut throughbred, 16.2 hands tall. It's been 25 years since I rode a horse. I doubt I would even feel safe mounting up again even on a smaller calm variety of steed. Yet, the tack is part of me and I have no interest in selling these parts of my past activities. I clean the tack once every year keeping it well oiled. There are certain nostalgic memories brought up from the smell of saddle soap and oil.

Nope. I'm still riding my bike. Gotta keep that too.

Interesting thought. The things I want to sell or give away I can't get rid of: the ones I want to keep I could get rid of in a minute.

Guess I better give the computer back to K now. See Ya!