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wool socks and chocolate

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: tradition.

One of our traditions now is wool socks and chocolate. My kids are now both young adults. When my daughter was in high school they told me no more plastic junk in the Christmas stockings. “We want wool socks and chocolate!” My daughter is a minimalist. She loves the Darn Tough socks. She has every intention of testing their lifetime guarantee.

I still show up with a yearly silly thing to play with on Christmas morning, but it’s feeling less ok to buy plastic, since it is made from oil. I will be making my own silly things soon, probably finger puppets.

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Mundane Monday 188: making a move

The theme for Mundane Monday 188 is making a move.

Do you have a photograph or series of shots about making a move?

Princess Mittens is contemplating her move in the first shot. Next:


Princess starting her move...
Princess starts her move
cat climbing into the lap of the reader
slick move
cat settling in to lap
settling in!

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Mondane Munday 187’s theme was warm:

klallendorfer has lots of warm photographs.

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Mundane Monday 187: warm

The theme for Mundane Monday 187 is warm.

What photograph makes you think of warmth? Boa cat was on my lap and I had to get up. Left her wrapped in the blankets on the couch and warm and cosy.

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Last weeks theme was cup:

klallendorger joins in with this story of a cup.

Paula Light at Light Motifs II has contemplation of a cup.

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bask 2

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bask.

We got Princess Mittens and Boa Black at the same time, very different pound kittens. I was out with a complication of influenza (2003) and out for two months. My lungs were swollen and I just had to wait and rest until the swelling went down. Princess was killed by a car at age 10, but we still have Boa.

Princess was an expert at basking.

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cat worries

My cat is turning 17 soon. She and I visited a friend yesterday. The friend and I went off to the farmer’s market and returned. I called and the cat didn’t come. I looked under the bed, where she usually hides but she wasn’t there. I search the house and stand staring at the bed…. She couldn’t have gotten out, could she?

Unfathomable….

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fathom.