Angie Moss was in my kitchen when I woke up this morning. I was sure of it! I started to climb out of bed "Mom?"
It was around dawn and I was half asleep. She didn't answer. A split second later I knew she couldn't really be in my kitchen. I was fully awake. But when I went to the computer to check and see if the SKETCHBOOKERY site was still standing and didn't go out in a blaze of glory while I slept, there was this email. Spam of course. But delightful nevertheless.
I'm a pragmatist with a vivid imagination. I miss Angie Moss.
Oh. There's something else. I could read Corky Lynn's mind today.
I am made of fur and elastic. I will stay in this position until she notices me. Maybe I can relax just a tiny bit and still look limber.
I ate avocados and drank coffee. They totally go good together. Better than what you might think.
I have lots of nice people enrolled in my class. Do you remember when Bart Simpson said, "I wish god was alive to see this!"
I sort of thought that this morning about Ma & Pa Moss. Good thoughts drifted through my mind. I ate my avocados. The sun felt warm & musical filtering through the trees. My summer oriole came by for a visit. Last night I couldn't see Mars. Maybe tonight there will be less of a marine layer.
when cats stretch and then roll and the toesies are pointed out like killer ballerinas i just about croak. i have to send you a pic of the cat while yawning. the yawn gets me every time. but when it’s a legless yawn that’s the best.
thoroughly enjoying your class this morning, although I do detest blind contour sketches…have ever since art school. I think its that I don’t have the patience. But I know I should drink it in, suck it up! 🙂 Love your kitty, my Butterbean is a twin. And I hear ya on your Mom. I miss mine every day. Almost 7 years she’s been gone. So hard to lose the one that loves us the most.
OMG, I am so glad you said that about seeing Angie. My father died on June 21 and he has been popping up all the time. Big sigh.
I’m sorry you miss your Mama and Papa. It never ends and I’m sure they are always near. LOVE that second photo of Corky Lynn – a keeper. Great drawings. Take care. xoDonna
Your Corky looks just like my Napoleon. They could be related.
When Napoleon is on his back like Corky, he is trying to manipulate
us to give him a belly rub. This is one of his favorite things
for us to do.
Love the Angie Cash mail. The photos of young Angie are so lovely. My Mom had that same hair style during that era, so great.
Angie Cash…that is so perfect. The universe is full of abundance! even if sometimes thee and me doubt it.
My best Mommy story is waking up in the middle of the night smelling L’Air du Temps. Her perfume. That let me know she was at peace and in the air around me. That has been a reassurance in later years as I was only 31 when my mother died of cancer, 3 years after my father died of ALS.
I know it’s nuts, but I think the email is from Angie. So, I totally believe she was in the kitchen this morning. My mom definitely visited me in a very odd way after she passed. I echo everyone else’s thank yous for all you are to so many of us.
Oh YES! Angie was there! How wonderful to have received that email as proof. I lost my mom last August- I don’t think I will ever truly get over it. Sketchbookery would have been something we would have done together and knowing I won’t be able to share my sketchbook with her each week is bittersweet but at the same time I feel her presence each time I set pen to paper and am comforted. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all you do for us and share with us and I hope that you will ‘draw’ comfort from all the love that is being sent your way.
I think Angie was in your kitchen-just stopping by to check up on you–
You are a delight quoting Bart like that. Bless ya!
Wow! Totally amazing. Isn’t life something!? Just love you so much. You make us smile. Thank you.
Never really noticed until today, but my goodness you look like Angie. I look like my mom, too. A bit odd sometimes because I catch a glimpse in a window and then realize it’s just me.
I know how you feel. Sometimes I wake up because Dad is calling my name. He’s been gone 27 years this month but, you know, I believe he still drops by on occasion to make me get up at a time he would think appropriate. Not when I want to get up, you understand, but his ridiculously early time. Still yankin’ my chain!
XO
Moms are with us always……it will get easier because we figure ways to deal with it……sisters help! Prayers for you!
Best part of today? Watching the class vids at lunchtime, then again in the afternoon – at work. Sneaking in art. Hello to your mom. She is with you all the time.
Excellent avocados! I still dream of my mother once in awhile, though she died 14 years ago. They stay with us.
Xox
Oh, those dreams and flashbacks. That big imagination and summer heat, change, so much going on. Your words warm and console. Abrazos.
Sister Carol is a spittin’ image of your mama. Your new class looks like a blast, have a great time with it. xo
Loving it all today, Angie in the kitchen, reading corky’s mind, opening day… It’s all good! xox
Hey! I’m in the Sketchbookery class! And, I ate an avocado for breakfast. And I had it with coffee. But it ends there because I have no cat and I had to go to work early. Happily and hopeful none the less. How could you not miss your mama with her fabulous face? She looks like she has something up her sleeve.
Oh most certainly. I am also pragmatic and religiously non-affiliated, but, I have seen no evidence at all to indicate that we don’t get visitations from the other side. My grandmother, my Dad (in very clear dreams), our beagle used to jingle her collar from time to time. They weren’t corporeally there, but I’m quite sure they were checking in. I can’t imagine why it would be otherwise; she knew it was a big day for your new endeavor. Congratulations on a successful launch; I was late to work because of it this very morning! 😉
I’ll take your word on the avacados and coffee, although I love both, they are not hooking up in my mind! Maybe i’ll give it whirl. I’m going to give sketchbookery a whirl too!
I know what you mean, but I truly believe our loved ones send us messages. I was thinking about my dad after he died and at that very moment a bus passed me with the number 1927 the year my dad was born, I knew then he was alright. Interesting.
It has been 9 years since my dad died and I still occasionally wake up and think, “must phone Dad today, haven’t talked to him in ages.” I like the idea of Angie visiting your kitchen, that seems very comforting. And I think Corky wants to equal billing with Wyatt when it comes to the Sketchbookery videos!
I hear ya. I’ll be 51 this December. It’s been 24 years without dad, 18 without mom, and I still miss them every day. It doesn’t get easier, you just get better at dealing with it.