Clara's Window

OK, I've had my 24 hours of unproductive self-pity, now let's get back to the nicer reasons to get up in the morning. First, the beautiful knitting basket I received from a KR retreatee and friend. Isn't it just beautiful? Who could possibly wallow in self-pity with this by her side. Thank you Jen! Why is it that we tend to covet things most when we suddenly can't have them? Or is this just a Clara phenomenon? The dust hasn't even settled on the axe strike and I already have a glimmer of desire in my materialistic eye: A Kromski Mazurka wheel. Mind you I already have a Schacht, which I oh-so-intelligently acquired prior to layoff numero uno. Please, someone, tell me you only need one wheel. Someone else, chime in and tell me just how horrible the Mazurka is. I beg you! But finally, here's one big fuzzy four-legged reason to get up in the morning: Casey. I call this his circus lion pose. You see, I underestimated his girth a tad when purchasing this little nook for him. He's supposed to curl up inside but instead he proudly sits on top of it. Our game is simple: I put his toys inside, and he knocks them out. I put them back in, and he knocks them back out. Believe it or not, this is endlessly entertaining for us both.