by sheila morris
Thanks for showing up!
We won’t forget who took our rights
Repubs are out of luck
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(shirt by 4winnersSports)
New lyrics to row, row, row your boat are totally mine, but I hope you’ll sing along with me all the way to the ballot box in 2024. Onward.
October 22nd. was the one-year anniversary of our final tearful goodbye to the calico cat Pretty and I called Carport Kitty, the urban neighborhood legend whose physical heart could no longer support her brave spiritual one. We were desolate with grief for months whenever we drove up our driveway toward the carport that seemed bare without her.
Carport Kitty dined with dignity
in January, 2023 this Dynamic Duo dropped by occasionally
I recognized the pair as Carport Kitty’s friends but told Pretty we couldn’t encourage them.
that ship had sailed
Sigh. So to honor the memory of Carport Kitty we fed her two friends.
then along came a mysterious stranger in the spring of 2023
Sigh. Sigh again. So to honor the memory of Carport Kitty we fed a young neutered male who had never laid eyes on her. In order to avoid becoming attached to this young whippersnapper, Pretty and I decided to call him Cat.
our friend Nekki fussed at us about a cat named Cat
and suggested we name him Moses
Moses is my new assistant in the laundry room adjacent to the carport.
winter carport cat cribs
Lest anyone forgets Carport Kitty’s “Frenemy” the OG Bully Cat, I can report he also returns regularly to patrol her former kingdom and snack on leftovers.
OG Bully Cat in his collar looking fat and sassy on carport patrol earlier today
(Bully Cat’s home is in a garage one block down the street – his peeps call him Romeo)
Bully Cat never met a meal he didn’t like
This evening when Pretty gets home from her antique empire duties she will see not one, but three cats who reside in our carport in one fashion or another – all sharing the legacy of the little calico cat who chose to call us her family for a time we will never forget.
Nana, Pumpkin Patch, and 21-month-old granddaughter Molly
(clutching security cup)
Sister, do you see all these pumpkins??!!
yes, and they make great places to sit
replies 4 year old Ella
let me go, Nana – I have to hold my cup
Yikes Nana, make Molly leave me alone!
oh, please, Sister – sit back down
Molly, this is how you pose for Naynay
sometimes we need props for posing
Naynay, Molly needs to put her cup down when we’re posing
my cup is my business
why can’t I ride, too?
we found the Great Pumpkin, and Molly still has that cup
Ella watched Molly’s security cup while she also guarded the Great Pumpkin
Molly hitched a ride with Nana as everyone waited for Naynay to catch up
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Happy Halloween from Nana, Naynay, Ella and Molly! May the Great Pumpkin bring you great fun!
come on, Molly – let’s have some fun!
Nana, I’m not so sure about this idea
Molly, you can always trust a Mermaid
oh, so THIS is how it’s done!
Sadie says, why don’t you take a break, Molly?
but the Mermaid says we can’t stop when we’re having so much fun!
Molly, Molly – come away with me to my Kingdom in the Sea
is she serious?
who knew being a Princess could be so tiring?
honestly, Nana – I think I’d be happier in a swing
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Yesterday afternoon Nana and Naynay had the great pleasure/treasure of watching 21-month-old Little Sis Molly playing with her four year old Big Sis Ella. The imagination of Ella the Mermaid combined with Molly’s adoration of her big sister bring great joy to their Nanas. In these perilous times at home and abroad, I hope they give you a tiny break with a smile on your face.
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For all the children everywhere.
(left to right) Tom, Curtis, Dick and Pretty
pitchers of Sangria helped everyone’s memory on Game Nights
Playing variations of Trivial Pursuit on monthly Game Nights with friends was a favorite activity of Pretty’s and mine in the early years of our relationship at the turn of the 21st. century. Trivial Pursuit aficionados changed over the years we played except for our two friends Dick and Curtis who enjoyed the merriment as much as we did and never missed the opportunity to get together for fun and games. We reminisced about those times last night over dinner at their lovely “country” home off Backswamp Road in Hopkins, South Carolina. Curtis mentioned he and Dick celebrated their 33rd. Anniversary this year, and that sounded like such a long, long time rather than the hot minute it seemed to me.
Dick and Pretty worked together in the residential real estate business for seventeen of those years which added a new dimension to their friendship, but Curtis and Pretty became the real team for Game Nights. When Curtis and Pretty were on the same team, the rest of us were doomed. Dick and I were always left in their dust, usually rolling our eyes at each other when the teams were chosen because he and I were consistently picked last. Our favorite moments on those nights were the delicious dinners served by the hosts.
Last night wasn’t a Game Night, but we still laugh whenever we gather for the delicious dinners served by our hosts who have welcomed us into their home and lives for as long as they have been together; we celebrate them not only for the joy their friendship gives us but also for their contributions to the advancement of the LGBTQ+ community in South Carolina for more than three decades.
Onward.
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