My friend, Jacquie, shared this with me after yesterday’s post. It’ll make you grin :-).
Author Archives: Becky Goldsmith
Sometimes you just need a box…
I just read that cats love boxes. How did I miss this important fact!
We have 3 cats: Emma (gray, female, sort of delicate) has been with us 12 years or more. Dave (male, black, kind of aggressive) joined us a few years later. Last winter, Belle (female, small) showed up between ice storms. She was bony, obviously homeless.
For a while the cats co-existed in the house. This is the one and only picture I have of them together…

And then all hell broke loose. Belle decided that she was the boss and she started fighting with the other two cats. I tried putting different cats in cat carriers. I tried closing them off from each other. No dice.
Emma fled first, to the back yard. We finally put a cat door in the shed. I got her a kitty kabin and a heat lamp for winter. She seems happy in her new home. Every now and then she flirts with the idea of coming inside the house, but then she turns tail and runs.
Dave (big, tough Dave!) is back to being a mostly outside cat. I set up a warm spot (with a heat lamp) in the garage for cold nights. He actually snuck into the house the other night to sleep in front of the fire, but he skedaddled first thing in the morning, before Belle saw him.
Belle is now the queen of all she surveys. The house is hers. We are her people. Steve is not crazy about Belle. He doesn’t appreciate the fact that she has run the other 2 cats outside. The funny thing is, though, that he was not crazy about the other 2 cats either. He (says he) would be happy if they all went to heaven.
I wish the 3 cats were happy together; instead I have 3 happy cats who thrive in their own separate spaces. Keeping them separately fed and watered is a small hassle but other than that, it’s not that bad. I’m not unhappy that Belle is our inside cat because I like her personality. She’s perky! She is also sometimes pointy—but not usually. Sort of like me :-).
I am, however, going to remember about the cardboard boxes. Maybe, if I could somehow get them all in the house at the same time—with boxes aplenty—they could each go to a box and think about getting along.
I am so very, very, behind…

Becky & Linda, 2005
I have over-booked myself—not just for this week, but for the entire year. Have you done that too, or were you smarter than me?
I am trying to do everything I have committed to while still maintaining some level of grace under pressure. No, grace is too extreme for me… I am trying to be nice under pressure. I have found that it’s much easier to be nice to friends, acquaintances, and even strangers than it is to maintain nice-ness with those I love the most. My poor husband, and my mom, get it the worst from me because, after all, I know that no matter what, they always usually forgive me. So I am working extra hard not to let the stress jump out at either of them.
That leads me to this. A friend forwarded an ‘uplifting’ email to me. In the same way the chain letters are lost on me, usually uplifting emails go into my junk folder very quickly. But this one is really good and I am happy to have received it. I have no idea who wrote it but it is worth sharing with you.
A Great Lesson on Stress
A young lady confidently walked around the room with a raised glass of water while leading a seminar and explaining stress management to her audience.
Everyone knew she was going to ask the ultimate question, ‘Half empty or half full?’ She fooled them all. “How heavy is this glass of water?” she inquired with a smile. Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. To 20 oz.
She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, that’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you’ll have to call an ambulance. In each case it’s the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.”
She continued,”and that’s the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won’t be able to carry on.
As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we’re refreshed, we can carry on with the burden – holding stress longer and better each time practiced.
So, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. Pick them up again tomorrow if you must.
Read the rest if you want to. The best part was the story, above.
- Accept the fact that some days you’re the pigeon, and some days you’re the statue!
- Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
- Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
- Drive carefully… It’s not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.
- If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
- If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
- It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
- Never buy a car you can’t push.
- Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won’t have a leg to stand on.
- Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.
- Since it’s the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
- The second mouse gets the cheese.
- When everything’s coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
- Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
- Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
- We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
- A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
- Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
- AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: Save the earth….. It’s the only planet with chocolate!
Show and Tell…
I received this lovely photo on January 24…
Carolyn says that she started this quilt in 1998, finished it that day. She has made a lovely version of the Simply Delicious pattern. Very nicely done, indeed!
Singing in the car…
OK, this is two posts in one day, but I just have to share…
This video needs no explanation :-). If your can’t see it, click here to open it on youtube.
When babies happen…
If you subscribe to the Piece O’ Cake newsletter, you know that I just sent one on Thursday with fabric and book news. Lorna was busy filling orders yesterday, Friday, when she got ‘the call’.
I’ve written before that Lorna is becoming a doula. Well, her first client called to say that her water had broken. Cutting fabric and filling orders stopped and will just have to wait until Sunday, when she’ll pick up where she left off…

Lorna has an order-filling system. I am not going to go in there and mess with her system.
This being her first experience as a doula, we got to sort out for the first time what happens with Elanor, Jack, and Bear when Lorna has to pick up and go. Jack ended up with me and Steve. Judy, Lorna’s mom, stayed overnight with Elanor and Bear. Christopher was with my mom who had minor back surgery on Thursday*.
There’s been no word yet on the status of the baby and mother so I suspect that it’s not all the way over yet. I hope Lorna loves this experience as much as she thought she would. She would be someone I would want with me during childbirth if I were doing it again (which I am not!). I also recognize that this is not something I would ever want to do, nor would I be good at it, except in an emergency.
UPDATE: The baby was born Saturday evening after a flurry of activity at the end. Baby, mother—and Lorna—are all just fine :-).
*In other news, my mom had a kyphoplasty on Thursday. It’s outpatient back surgery. I was nervous because mom’s reaction to anesthetic has not been good in the past but this time she woke up pretty clear-headed. Oh happy, happy day!
But, even though she did seem OK, we all agreed that someone should be with her for about 48 hours to be sure that she was steady on her feet. You’d think that I would be the best choice to stay with mom, but we all agreed that Chris would be the better choice. Followed by Lorna, and then Judy.
Mom and I love each other, but I am less patient with her than I ought to be. It’s that whole mother/daughter thing that needs no more explanation. 48 hours of trying to be patient with each other might kill us both :-). I popped in and out. Today she is on her own and I think she’s kind of happy that things are back to normal. Also, her back is better!

