Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Musing Atticus Seeking Employment

The events in Atticus’ life interest some readers. These readers have never chased him up and down stairs to give him medication, or attempted to kennel him for the dreaded trip to the vet. They aren’t missing any items from their purse nor have they had the feeling that they are being laughed at by a cat. Their Christmas tree hasn’t been destroyed and they aren’t missing any ornaments. Those ornaments weren’t discovered when I moved. Perhaps they would feel differently if they had firsthand knowledge of these events.

Atticus has adjusted to his new life rather well. He sits in his favorite window and watches his new neighbors. They have gotten to know him and wave at him; I thought they were waving at me. They thought that was funny. He enjoys the fact that his admirers acknowledge his presence.

He will have new adventures in his new home. His current interest has been the AC return. What is behind that sound and why does his fur feel funny when he gets close? He watches as the filter is changed, making mental notes. My tiny tool bag is hidden for this reason. Can you imagine the scene? I would come in from work and find tools scattered, the filter shredded and the dog innocently wagging her tail. The AC unit would never be the same. His world may be smaller, but his desire for trouble hasn’t diminished. Atticus is always on the lookout for any opportunity to create chaos. He is the reason that I do not have a good tube of lipstick. I haven’t been able to find that same shade again, since he destroyed the last tube.

Perhaps Atticus and Sophie are really the smart ones. They sit at home in comfort, while I work. They demand food and I deliver. They do no housekeeping and they don’t pay taxes. They have their own toys, treats and a bed to sleep in. They create mischief and I clean it up. This makes me realize some things. I am really working for them. They are my bosses.

Maybe they should seek employment and they would have less time to cause trouble. Does anyone know of an employer willing to hire a cat with a desire for mischief and an innocent looking dog? Atticus isn’t concerned about this possibility, he remains the king of our apartment, Christmas ornaments beware!

Monday, September 14, 2015

Monday Musing - The Things We Leave Behind

Life brings many unexpected changes. These changes often send us in new directions. A move may cause us to leave things and sometimes people behind. A move to a different home means that it is time to clean out and get rid of unwanted things, and keep what is important. We carry our treasures with us. What about the people we are forced to leave behind? Do we really leave them where they are?

Their memory goes with us. The time spent with those people becomes a memory that grows sweeter; it is a treasure that we do not leave behind. Life brings change and change brings about growth if we allow it, much like a vine that has been pruned. The pruning may hurt, but the new growth can be lovely and life changing.

My life has been filled with change in the last year and there are more changes coming. Doubts and fears could control my thoughts and prevent the new growth. The people that are a part of my daily life may be changing, but their memory will remain with me. The lessons learned and wisdom offered become a part of me and create the person I will become. It would be sad to encounter people without learning from them and growing ourselves. What a loss!

Individuals each have their own unique story and will often share their story with those willing to listen. Each story could impact your life in some way. It is like searching for buried treasure and listening will bring a reward. These are people that impact our lives in a positive way. My life has been filled with this type of treasure. No matter where I have lived; those treasured and sweet memories go with me.

Change will continue to be a part of our lives in its various forms. We are able to choose how this change affects us although we are not always able to choose or control our circumstances. Sometimes the things we think we are leaving behind are actually remaining with us. Bitter can become sweet and the changes we dreaded can be the best thing that ever happened to us. A very wise lady told me that “a bright shiny day is coming behind that cloud”. She is one of my treasures and her wisdom will remain with me.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Late Monday Musing Atticus' New Life

Do you believe that cats have a sense of humor? I think so. The things that happen to me as I get ready for work are proof enough for me. My offspring would agree and she could probably tell a few stories that I would prefer that she kept to herself. She has seen me run in high heels. I don’t do that anymore, it isn’t safe for me or Atticus.

Atticus is now the one who watches with amusement as I get ready for work. He smiles and he probably laughs when I leave. Atticus follows me down the hall after my coffee, knowing that the show is about to begin. Atticus hops up onto the freshly made bed to get a better view. The phone will usually ring and if he is lucky I will forget to finish applying my make up or mess up. He hopes that someone will come to the door and he will watch me stumble down the hall with my hair half done while searching for my shoes and trying to recall who was scheduled for what this morning.

There is always the amusing scenario that should I change my mind about what to wear I may not be able to find the right accessories for the different outfit. Perhaps he will find something that he likes in my purse and will take it, or he could attempt to fit his massive behind inside of my purse, or maybe he will get a colorful bracelet or an earring to play with and hide.

A favorite trick is to lie down on something that I am looking for and innocently purr while I search. He knows what he is doing. I am glad that he doesn’t have a video camera; I don’t need the type of stress in my life. Maybe he would start writing a column for this paper describing his mischievous antics.

Atticus hasn’t realized that my job provides a comfortable place for him to live, cat food and his favorite kitty treats, it isn’t for his personal amusement. He is making his own brand of lemonade because he is now stuck with a dog for a companion during the day. Sophie doesn’t provide amusement and doesn’t have a purse to ransack. Atticus has adjusted to his new life rather well. His sense of humor has remained intact and his mischievous behavior continues. Now he must decide what he will do to my Christmas tree this year.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Monday Musing - Roses and Lemons


Daddy shared his wisdom with us; most of that wisdom was learned from his father. The wisdom that comes from old farmers is proven and sound advice. Life taught me that Daddy’s wisdom and advice could be depended upon.

Life isn’t always fair or kind. We must learn to accept the good and bad things that life offers. Daddy often told me, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade”. He taught me to make sweet lemonade when life offered you the worst, because you will need refreshment during those difficult times.

My life changed and the lemons overwhelmed me. It was time to make lemonade. There were so many lemons, that I had to make lemon pies, cookies and everything lemon that I could imagine. There were enough goodies that I am able to share the sweet.

Those unexpected and unwanted lemons proved to be a valuable gift. The opportunity to give away a treat is a blessing. Life’s lemons have a purpose and we are given the opportunity to choose how we will use them.

The roses that we encounter in life have thorns. These are uncomfortable lessons to learn. Parents attempt to teach these lessons early, but some lessons are best learned as adults.

My daughter was an only child and grew up with a pet. Katie decided that Bess would be the closest she would get to a sister, and she was. Katie gave her the nick name of Boopsie. Bess lived with us for almost 18 years and is buried in Mama’s flower garden. We planted a rose bush there.

The thorn of losing our pet is eased when we see and smell the lovely roses. The roses trigger sweet memories for both of us. We call them the Boopsie Roses. This was my attempt to teach my grown daughter a grown up lesson about thorns, as there have been more thorns since then.

Life will always offer more than enough thorns and lemons. Some will be easier to handle than others. Lemons and roses are seasonal and will not last forever. It is important to reap the benefits quickly. My lemons remain for a season, but the benefits will last a lifetime. That old farmer wisdom is still valid. It guides and often comforts me as an adult and has taught me to appreciate lemons and roses.


Thursday, August 27, 2015


Life brings change into our lives. Sometimes the change is good and sometimes that change is not what you had planned. My life has been filled with more of that unexpected and unwanted change for the past 15 months than I ever dreamed I would be able to handle!

Life lessons are never fun to learn. My life has taken a different direction, many things have changed. My home is no longer in the country, my livestock has been dispersed into different directions, I have a job and the demands that go along with that job. My heart broke because of the changes. Suck it up Cupcake became the words I spoke to myself numerous times during the day.

Settling into a new routine and life was not easy, but I survived. My heart will always be in the country and one day I will return. My adventures have changed and my life has changed.

My column, Mellie's Musings was put aside for awhile. It will be back in the paper this week and I will post it here for my family and friends that are not local. I wondered what I would have to say at this point, but I found that there is more to write about.

Years ago, my Uncle Zeke gave me some advice. He told me that every morning that you wake up is a gift from God. You have the opportunity to start again no matter how bad the previous day had been. That was wise advice and has served me well.

Change happens, good and bad. We have to decide how to deal with that change. Will it break you or will it recreate you?

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Enjoying a Screened Porch

We have been able to spend a little time on the screened porch.

My herbs are on this porch, love the way they smell when I water them!

There was a set of dishes at the thrift store that practically begged to come home with me. There was no choice, I had to bring them home and put them in the hutch.

The same day, I found this at a discount store. I loved what it said, that is what we want to happen to new guests. They may enter as strangers, but we want them to leave as friends!
We have entertained a couple of times on this porch now. It is a great place to relax, enjoy the company of friends and of course a large glass of iced tea!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Monday Musing - Sweet Iced Tea

Iced Tea and summer go hand in hand. It is difficult to imagine one without the other, in fact it just may be some type of crime. That probably is not true up north, but in the south, it is just downright disrespectful and wrong. I am truly concerned about the character of a person that does not drink iced tea. Perhaps their disposition and character could be greatly improved by this beverage.

If you have rocking chairs on your porch, then you need a glass of iced tea to go with them, and a few moments to stop and enjoy that cool glass of deliciousness. A pitcher of this heavenly drink is made daily at our house. The problem is this, my husband claims that someone apparently sneaks into our house in the summer and drinks all of our tea. It obviously is not him drinking all of the tea. Whoever this person is, they take the last brownie, cookie, slice of cake, and get the very last scoop of ice cream too. I am only guessing, but the tea bandit probably looks exactly like my husband.

We have a swing on our front porch, and that gentle swinging motion causes iced tea to taste even better. It is the same way with a rocking chair. If a cool breeze is blowing while you are doing either, the tea is more refreshing. A carbonated drink just does not quench your thirst in the same way.

Sweet tea is often called the house wine of the south because it is served everywhere. It is hard to find a home where iced tea is not served. Iced tea is served at our house in Mason jars. It is my personal belief that this affects the taste of the tea. Each cook has their own method of making tea; the time for steeping varies as does the choice of sweetener, and each person’s tea tastes different. Whatever the preferred method, each cook knows how the tea should taste.

As for Kevin and me, we will enjoy our iced deliciousness on the front porch in the swing. Blow the horn if you see us out there. I would offer you a glass but those tea bandits have probably drank it all if my husband is around. So if you drop by, just make sure you brought your own tea.