Spotted shirts and other minor inconveniences

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sera in the suitcase

Lately I’ve been buying my T-shirts on sale and in bulk. All the ones I own have stains on them.

This is not entirely unusual since I’m a large-breasted woman who clumsily consumes food. I also have terrible luck; ask me about the ketchup incident some time. Most of these stains disappear or fade over time.

The difficult-to-remove stains come from my youngest cat, Sera. As many of you know, our wee girl is dying of cancer. The tumor on her breast has grown so massive that it occasionally splits open and secretes a clear or bloody fluid. We’ve placed puppy-training pads throughout the house — on floors, pillows, couches — to make her comfortable and to keep the tumor from staining everything, but I rarely have one handy when she’s in need of some snuggling. So I carefully pick her up, place her on my pillowy rack and let her sleep for as long as she wants.

When Sera is ready to get down, she leaves both a stain and a little heartbreak in her wake.

Quote of the week

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Tablet news

“Today we are not so much communicating as miscommunicating. Or failing to communicate. Or choosing to communicate only with those who think as we do. Or communicating in a manner that is wholly detached from reality. Too often we look only for affirmation of our own ideas rather than opening ourselves to the ideas of others.” —Marty Baron

Kindness is so appreciated

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act of kindness

Like an unabashed yawn or unique laugh, there’s something contagious about random acts of kindness.

When you have the good fortune to experience one, confusion is bound to be your first reaction. Yet right around the corner from bewilderment is the sincere desire to respond in kind, either to the person who was generous to you or to others who may be in need of some sweetness.

I’ve been fairly stressed lately, a wicked combination of summer’s arrival, technical difficulties, family issues and work. To raise my spirits, one of my dearest friends sent me a box of chocolate from my favorite candy shoppe in Seattle. Once I put a dark chocolate truffle into my mouth, my eyes closed and I moaned with joy. For just that moment, the tension in my chest eased.

Of course I thanked my friend for her empathetic offering, but I also sent several gifts to others who weren’t expecting them. In truth, I can’t decode which option was more satisfying, the giving or the receiving. What do you think?

Mark my words

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Typewriter Keys

I’m drawn to certain words. The attraction is often a word’s meaning or spelling, but sometimes I just like the way a word rolls off my tongue.

Experts say you learn the majority of your vocabulary by the age of six, but I’m continuously trying to expand mine. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy reading so much; there are always new words to learn. Here are a few of my favorites:

Passion

Cerulean

Jalalabad

Gobsmacked

Garage

Wanderlust

Serendipity

Yes

Chocolate

Supernatural

Smock

Clamenza

Magic

Cinnamon

Novelist

Dream

Fiery

Pie

Afterthought

Destiny

Kindred

Vespertine

Zamboni

Obsidian

Sassenach

What are some of yours?

(h/t The Bloggess)

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