The Bathtub Diaries revisited!

For those who followed the grueling endeavors shared in The Bathtub Diaries several years ago, I am reposting the series.

Why do you ask?

Because the sequel is coming soon!

Enjoy the 'rerun' of the first installment!

http://bathtubdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-insanity-begin.html

Kramer Chronicles; Visit to the Veterinarian

Hey, it's me, Kramer.
As you can see, I'm still annoyed with my mom over an infraction committed against me last week; the annual vet visit.
 

 

 

Upon our arrival, I scurried from the cat trap, otherwise known as the carrier, to the window in an effort to blend in so the veterinarian would not notice me. However, my mom found the situation entertaining and thus began taking pictures.

 

I was not amused.


 

I tried the 'nonchalant, ignoring' her pose.

 

It didn't work.
She kept taking pictures declaring it looked like a mug shot.
As if my indiscretions could be discovered.
And yet she continued.

 

Really?

 

 



 

Seriously?

 

 

This is so annoying.

 

 

 Maybe if I look the other direction she'll put the camera away.

 

 

 

 

Apparently not.

 

 

I suppose the only thing left to do is grin and bear it, until later tonight when I leave her the gift of a hairball in her barefooted path.

 

Until next time,

 

Purrs and meows,

 

Kramer

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Kramer Chronicles-Revisited

Kramer Chronicles-The Things I do for Attention

(originally posted April 7, 2014)

Hey, it's me Kramer.

I bet you're wondering if any of my attempts to get my mom's attention have been successful.

 

Ha! Don't think so. The first clue might have been that I am the one typing this post!

So let's look at some of the things that have been distracting her lately...

 

Presentations and book signings...

 

Reenactments...

 

And then there's that bear blog!

She actually had the nerve to let the stupid dog do a cast interview!

 

 

Here's what I think of that!

 

Well it's time for my nap.

 

Purrs and meows,

 

Kramer

 

http://beartonabbey.blogspot.com/2014/04/cast-interview-james-steerforth.html

 

Past Thursday Post-Kramer Chronices-Sewing and Such

Hey, it's me, Kramer.

My mom has spent entirely too much time sewing dresses and petticoats lately so it looks like I'm going to have to help her.

 

I need to look through the fabric stash for just the right stuff.

 

Maybe there's something under here.

 

This looks like a good choice.

 

Which thread is the best color?

 

I like this one.

 

Let me get the scissors...

 

and the right size needle.

 

Now I need to take some measurements.

 

This will probbly go faster on the sewing machine.

 

Got to thread the needle and pull it through

 (this is tough with my furry paws so I had to use my teeth)!

 

Time to start sewing.

 

And there it is...bloomers for mom.

Happy sewing!

Purrs and meows,

Kramer

Small Town Bliss

Clouds paraded across the sky as I set out for my run through town this evening. Beaufort is one of those magical places that calms the soul and makes the heart sing. 

Before we moved back here in '99, I frequented Beaufort every few weeks to get my 'fix.' I had resided in NC for a decade, crying nearly every day for want of my coastal home. When visiting the Lowcountry, I stayed at the Old Point Inn on New Street, an 1898 Victorian mansion. Never had I felt more at home than in this house. Heart pine floors, a grand staircase, and sprawling double verandahs evoked a sense of peace and sanctuary I'd never experienced anywhere before. 

One of my favorite memories is lounging in the wicker rocker on the verandah as an evening rain pitter pattered a rhythmic lullaby. Light from the street lamp pierced the moss draped branches of a nearby crepe myrtle sending graceful shadows across the gardens.

As much as I enjoyed the tranquil ambience of the Inn's porch, I longed to have a home of my own in the historic district. But this was merely a dream as we didn't live here at the time. Still, I held that passion in my heart with hopes that dreams could come true.

Fifteen years would pass before the Lord blessed us with Faith Cottage, a small 1890s Victorian. I have treasured our years in this modest, yet capacious, abode. 

After my run as this evening, I perched upon the wicker settee as a long forgotten memory infiltrated my soul. Rain tiptoed along the roof line in a rhythmic cadence lulling me into a state of repose. The soft cascade of raindrops amidst the shadowy light of street lamps peeking through the crepe myrtle in our front yard transported me back to the evenings on the verandah of the Old Point Inn. This evening's sites, sounds, and visions were the same as those experienced nearly twenty years prior. What a blessing to be able to relax on the front porch of our century old cottage whilst serenaded by a peaceful winter rain shower.

Never lose site of your passions or your dreams.

 

Blessings from The Parlor:)!