The beginning of summer always brings to mind two things....
Snow Cones and Popsicles!
And the thought of those two yummy delights make me go backward in time for some special memories...
When Noli was about four, I took her to a local snow cone stand for her first taste.... and she decided that we should go to all the snow cone stands so she could sample all the different flavors. I, of course (being a lover of snow cones) agreed. I think we hit three or four places over that summer (I didn't want her to go crazy or I'd be in mucho trouble with the mama LOL!)
Noli ~ My favorite is the blue one!
Me ~ Why is that?
Noli ~ 'Cause it turns my lips and tongue blue!
Now we go waaay back in time to when I was about four or five or so (waaaay back....)
When summer arrived the ice cream man started his rounds, but he didn't have a truck.... he had a bicycle contraption that was part bicycle and part freezer. He'd peddle down the street and ring his bell and all the kids would run out to get frozen goodies from him.
I always got red popsicles or sometimes fudgsicles.
The popsicles were the double kind and, because I loved him soooo much :) I'd break it in two and only eat half of that popsicle.... and leave the other half for my big brother.
I never did know if he actually ate his half, but somebody must have because I would check and it was always gone!
Sometimes I got a fudgsicle but big brother didn't get any of that.... hehe.
These two will eventually wind up in my shop, of course ....
Sunday was not the Father's Day we had planned, and certainly not any day we would have planned. I debated about this post, and then decided that, yes, even though I will be sad, Oliver should have a tribute on my blog.
Our sweet sweet Oliver took his walk over the Rainbow Bridge on Sunday afternoon. Even though we were at the vet, he was surrounded by family and love. Stephanie, his true mama, and Dennis and I were with him. Adam was in Shreveport, LA and learned of his passing when he called Dennis for Father's Day.
Oliver came to us as a wee kitten -- Stephanie had found him in a parking lot sitting next to what we presume was his mother. When she moved out, I asked that Oliver stay with us since ours was the only home he knew, and he had bonded with Sam, our other rescue cat.
He was a British Cream, like a light creamsicle ice cream, made even lighter with extra cream. His face had a serious, studious look as if he were contemplating the answers to very important questions. He was a sweet cat who rarely meowed (unless his tail was accidentally stepped on), who ran like thundering hooves through the house, and had a habit of leaping on you when you least expected it (which was a real shock since he was not exactly a petite cat...)
He enjoyed a good book at night and, in fact, would nudge my book until I finally put it down and paid him some attention. Then he would retreat to the foot of the bed and go to sleep. His last couple of nights were spent sleeping at the head of the bed, right in between Dennis' and my heads, I believe he wanted to be as close to us as possible, because, in the way of cats, he knew he didn't have long even before we did.
his usual place, right over my head
I'll miss his tail smacking me in the face!
He had various windows that were "his"
and especially liked the ones in the livingroom that were only a few inches off the floor
The outside cats would pass by....
and he would run for the mail slot to peer outside!
He liked to play King of the Mountain
and tolerated Noli's shenanigans
and her many hugs
He even took care of her when she sprained her arm :)
He liked to play "Run When You Hear the Can Opener 'Cause There May Be Tuna"
and Hide and Go Seek
even though his hiding places weren't exactly hard to find!
He liked to sneak some of the outside kitties' food
and try to fit into the smallest thing possible
He loved to play the piano, even though he knew that the bench was all that he was allowed on....
and leaping on the keys in the middle of the night was a definite no-no!
(But he certainly never did that, oh no!) Ha!
He wasn't wild about taking an occasional bath....
but put up with it,
especially when his good buddy Sam had to take one too....
They often curled up together when they slept
He rarely slept on his back, but when he did it was with no shyness!
He loved to help me work
especially sitting on the mailing boxes so they wouldn't fly away
or guarding my crochet so it didn't get tangled
or helping me on the computer.
Such a silly boy.
I'm going to miss him.
A light has gone out, a presence diminished, but his footprints will forever be on my heart.
Well, it's definitely been awhile since I last blogged -- the first week of May for the letter Y to be exact. I've had computer problems galore.... wound up getting a new one and a new router/modem combo. I had a backup but not everything backed up.... I'm still working on that.
I'm pretty sure a massive lightning bolt was the cause of my old computer's demise. Oliver and I both ran for the hills (OK, the hall) when that lightening crashed!! Poor cat, with all the rain and thunderstorms we're having, he is just a tad nervous!
Now there's a whole new round started for AlphabeThursday!!
I've been doing a bit a crocheting and came up with this little cutie guy :)
Isn't he a sweetie with his pudgy tummy?! I don't think he's passed up too many worms!
His wings can be "at rest"
or sticking straight out in preparation for flight!
and he's got a cute little tail on his backside!
I plan on making more in various colors.... I've even got a plan for a robin and maybe a cardinal if I can get his black mask right. If not then he'll just be a red bird!
Look for him and some of his buddies in my Magnolia Surprise shop -- hopefully by the time June rolls around!