Here is Hope sitting in her favorite window.
Sometimes the light hits her just so that she looks unbelievably dramatic, especially when the curtain falls in a certain way. I glance over, see Hope sitting there, and laugh to myself, thinking she MUST be tormented emotionally.
Here she reminds me of Mrs. Muir in The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, only in this case, she is not waiting for Rex Harrison to return to her. Instead, she mourns the loss of her greatest love thus far: the empty TV box that I had to take down to the trash last week.
Hope stares out the window longingly, not moving.
Where did you go, O love, where did you go … I will wait for you … eternally ….
I love these. So atmospheric. She’s the shrouded French Lieutenant’s Woman appearing in the mist.
And …. did I hear “empty TV box”? Do you now have a TV??
I caught the empty TV box thing too!
Ever since we moved into this house, Minerva does kind of the same thing. She’ll sit for hours at the door to our back yard–she has pulled the blinds away from the glass, of course–and stare out into the yard. She never even curls up. Just sits there.
Tracey – well, if you were on Facebook!!!
Yes, I bought a massive flat-screen television.
Sarah – Yes! Hope does the same thing. Just sits. Ready to …. kill? Not sure. But she’s READY.
Please, Tracey- come to Facebook!!! We can be friends!!!!
And man, does she love that window. It gets Eastern light, the dawn’s early light – plus there is a fire escape right there – so potential pigeon activity goes on … and then there’s also a huge swooping breeze that comes in through my east windows, which causes her whiskers to quiver in alertness.
It’s her favorite window.
NO, you Facebook minions!!
The TV thing you should have told me. I mean, how can I NOT know you have a TV?? ;-)
(Oh, I know I’m gonna cave. I’m feeling the bubbling of inner weakness.)
Inner weakness … hahahahahahaha It is an unstoppable force, the Facebook train. I’m on Facebook more than I’m on my blog these days. Come join us! :)
And now I’m on Twitter too and I just don’t understand it.
Facebook I get, but Twitter? Not so much.
I’m on Twitter too…and it’s nice enough, but only 140 characters per post? I have a really hard time limiting myself to that. Obviously.
Jayne – I know! I mean, you tweet “they had needles in their teeth” and you have almost run out of space!!
When I saw Sheila was on Twitter, one of my first thoughts was “How on earth is she going to limit herself to a mere 140 characters?”
I think Twitter’s main audience is people like me who have short attention spans. Hey, that dog has a puffy tail!
FaceCrack. I love it. That’s all there is.
I’m in the Facebook-not-quite-ready-for-Twitter camp. I have the Twitter account (and maybe remember what my user ID is), but don’t really get it. I *want* to get it, really I do.
Tracey, please join Facebook, because I love your comments on the blog and would love to see them on FB!
Please, tracey, cave. It’s time you cave. We’ve worked on you long enough! Feel the peer pressure, and succumb. We can play Scrabble together.
sheila, I didn’t get Twitter at first either. I was so nervous about tweeting, and I sat there and grilled Frank on the ins and outs. I basically spent a whole day on the couch, both of us tweeting, and me asking him questions every five minutes. Now I sometimes forget about Facebook because I’m too into Twitter.
Poor Miss Havisham, jilted by an empty TV box.
My cat has guilted me into keeping a huge Pampered Chef box-slash-bus-shelter for weeks now. I don’t think she could take the separation anxiety.