Kari’s Musings About Photography

Today is the 16th anniversary of my mom’s death.  She was a mere 53 years old when she passed, but I distinctly remember her looking like she was 80.  I’ve always thought of her passing as her body just being done.  It had taken all it could and needed to be at rest.  And I know that I was in her thoughts to the very end because of the card she sent to Norway where I was for my 22nd birthday.  I now keep this treasured card in our curios cabinet and read it when I just need to hear Mom’s voice.

I called this post bookends because it just hit me that on my 16th birthday, she was right there with me as I went to get my driver’s license, which I renewed today.  Now we’re 16 years to the day beyond when she left me / us.  Curious.

In parting, take a listen to the classic Simon and Garfunkel song, Old Friends.  “Preserve your memories.  They’re all that’s left you.”

Today I was surprised by the arrival of a little orange kitty showing up at the door.  My husband innocently enough went to the vet’s office to buy some cat food and he came home with a kitten.  I guess you can call us foster parents for a day or so.  I doubt we’ll keep him, although he is darling, and well mannered, and all of that.  Our cats, the two of them, don’t seem to care for the young thing, unfortunately, and really why should they.  ‘Tis a shame, but really, who needs more than two cats?!

Some photographs for posterity, because he is such a dear.

Darling.  If you’re in Seattle and want an amazing little orange kitty, please let me know.