The other day I plugged in my external hard drive and checked out some photos from the archives of my previous life…
I don’t remember why I took these photos, but they seem to work. They have simple elements: a purple floor, dark brown high-back chairs, several watermelons, and my cat, Sugar.
The townhouse I lived in at the time had some ugly carpet in it and one rainy weekend I had had enough and ripped it all out. I planned to install some bamboo flooring but all I could afford at the time was some paint…
The chairs were part of a dining room set purchased just after moving in. I was 46 then and buying my first dining room set made me feel like a grown-up.
I don’t know why I had so many watermelons. I like watermelons.
Sugar was 18 years old in these photos. She once ruled the neighborhood. She spent most of her time outside during her first 15 years and never lost a fight with any man or beast. When she started to slow down I kept her inside because she never gave up the idea that she was on top. She was typically a sleepy, mellow cat but when confronted she only had one response: imagine a cat hissing fuuuck youuu assshole!
I gave the chairs and dining room set to my son and his wife. The two of them and their 2.9 children use them every day.
Sugar went on to live a total of 21 years. I loved that cat.