If I see something yellow I buy it. I’ve had several yellow cars, painted rooms yellow, have yellow shoes. Sadly, as much as I love yellow, it isn’t the most flattering color on me–but, still, I buy yellow shirts.
The reasons? I have none but I do have a guess. Yellow is like sunshine. I see it and it cheers me up, makes me smile. Could be seasonal affective disorder and I treat it by surrounding myself with yellow. Or, it could be simply because I like yellow. One of the few things George and I disagreed vehemently on was color: he was a fan of more neutral colors. I ceded that point to him but used bright color in my study and bath.
I realized this, as if I didn’t kow, yesterday when I saw a yellow plate with white dots on it. I had to buy it. Fortunately–because I am really cheap–the plate didn’t cost much.
Another weakness: a calendar with either kittens or cocker spaniels on it. I limit myself to one a year–not easy–or I’d have them covering every wall of the apartment. However, I don’t buy clothing with kittens or puppies on it because, after all, one must act one’s age. And Stacy and Clinto would make me throw them all away (a reference to What Not to Wear, if you don’t pick up on those names).
What is an automatic buy for you?
I have probably the best, wittiest, and most intelligent husband in the world. I would say “sexiest” but I write the sweet books and don’t want to shock anyone with that word. ANYWAY, he is also, as I mentioned in my last post, wonderful at choosing gifts that I’d never have thought I needed. He’s also creative, choosing gifts I’d never have guessed what they were before I opened the package. For example, one Christmas he gave me a stuffed animal–a cocker spaniel because we had several live ones as pets-with a radio in its tummy.
But I’m terrible at thinking of great gifts for him. He has plenty of T-shirts and has told me to buy him no more University of Louisville or Houston Texans shirts. We’re retired so his supply of ties from when he was a minister is sufficient to last until at least 2050, should we–and the earth–still be around. He orders and reads whatever books he wants on his Kindle. He’s not a smoker or a drinker and has plenty of Bibles and commentaries and meditations. He refuses to wear those onesies retired men wear and prefers sweatpants. He plays games on his computer and hates puzzles and does make stuff. Keep in mind we live in an apartment and have little space.
He does like chocolate but there’s a limit to how much I can get him. The one present I give every year is food. I go to a store with a nice display of gourmet foods and get him cheese and pickled treats and sardines. He has mentioned he’d like a new mattress but that’s not very Christmas-y and it’s hard to wrap.
Time is getting short. Please help me or George may find no packages for him under our tree!
A bunch of things I’ve learned about life from our pets
1. From Paco, my blue parakeet: Leaving the cage is risky but what’s life without risk?
2. From Goldie, my cockatiel, very crabby after laying fourteen eggs in a week: Sometimes being a female sucks.
3. From all our cats: Sleeping twenty-three hours a day is an ability much to be admired.
4. From my peach-faced lovebirds Bone Crusher and Scarface: Separate cages are often better for a relationship.
5. From Scooter the Wonder Cat: When you’re really good looking, you can do anything you want.
6. From Dream, the black cocker: When someone is crying, climb into her lap and lick her face.
7. From Dolly Gray, my husband’s cat and no one else’s: I decide who gets to touch me
8. From Bridgette, our Irish setter: If you can reach it, you can eat it. (I’ve since had to unlearn this.)
9. From all my pets: God has a wonderful sense of humor. I know that because God created laughter and joy and cocker spaniels.