Sharon's Blurb

 I have started a new book. It's called The Horse Whisperer. You may have seen the movie. I encourage you to read the book. It is written by a man who inherently cares so much about horses that he writes with excruciating detail. In fact I can only manage a few pages a day. I am wrought by such emotion that I need a whole day to process the events. And it is not a Schindler's List kind of emotional draining. It is a good emotional draining. A great way to start my day. Kind of like Holly Hunter's character in the movie Broadcast News where she starts each frenetic day bawling alone in her office, to clear out her emotional pipes, I guess. And as I sit there, weeping while I am reading, Princess the cat sitting on the mat in front of me, looking up at me wondering what she can do to help me, I have a confession to make:  I read in the bathroom. Yes, while I am having my morning constitution, I am indeed getting my read on. There, I admit it. I am sure I am not alone. There i...

  Princess hopped up onto the ledge and into the sunbeam. It was her favourite spot in the whole house on sunny days. Despite being a black cat, very nearly becoming too hot to the touch after sitting in a sunbeam for any length of time, she loved her sunshine. The problem this day was that Chester, the other black cat, was already lying on that ledge. Something Princess had seen and taken note of, but jumped up there anyways. Perhaps in her old age she didn't care that the ledge was already taken. Perhaps she thought she could squeeze into the other half of the sunbeam that wasn't already being taken up by Chester. At any rate, there she was, up on the ledge, a mere three inches away from Chester. Chester, for his part, was flabbergasted. Neither of them are cuddle buddies; in fact Princess is very particular about her bubble, preferring a fairly big one around her, all day, every day. Chester at first was startled at the sudden presence of Princess. ...