Recently I was trolling around my favorite local flea market. I had headed over there late. Late, meaning that I arrived well after all the good stuff had been picked over. Or at least I hoped. This way there would be less to tempt me from money I shouldn't be spending any which way. Before I left I made sure to pick up a 20 pack of Scott toilet paper for $11. This was also to help myself from feeling guilty about wandering the flea market. I had to go in order to save money right?
As I meandered about I heard a dealer shouting "Everything $1 or less!" Peeking and poking through dusty boxes I got the feeling that damn it, I should have been there earlier. Y'know, when the stuff left behind looks kind of good and you wonder what the heck you missed by not being there early like you really have been.
I reached down and pulled out a large hardback book and quickly glanced through it's pages. Yay. It was choc full of black and white photos of Dorothy & Lillian Gish. I remember paying $1 for the book and a small handful of other things. Funny, but now I can't even recall what those other things were.
Although the paper jacket on the book was in dire shape I was still excited and looking forward to sitting down that evening and curling up with it. Several chores later I finally had a chance to spread myself out and carefully crack it open. Lo and behold! Look what I found:
Holy moly. I never get lucky like this! It's autographed by Lillian Gish!!!! If you are a big old movie movie buff like I am you can imagine my glee. Written by Lillian Gish, it tells the marvelous tale of her and her sister Dorothy in early movie pictures. This book is so full of delicious photos that I would have been thrilled to have it in my collection without the autograph.
With this book in my hands I can easily conjure up visions of early movie sets, Mary Pickford and Rudolph Valentino. My typing is limited these days so I shan't ramble on any longer today. Instead I'll share a few pictures picked at random. Lillian and her sister Dorothy were equally beautiful and it is hard to tell them apart. Enjoy these few wonderful snapshots of their lives...
This delightful picture below is of their mother.
This next scene from a movie especially tickles my fancy because of the wonderful textile covering the table. I just love stuff like this.
This next one is a Victorian era chenille table topper that I have in my collection. Can't pry my fingers from this one though. Similar fringe to the one in the movie photo. It does have a small hole in it and it's a wee bit faded but I don't mind. Love it. Here is a link to a previous post I did showing two others in red. Click on Red Portieres
to see. I had a huge one once that acutally had the image of a child riding a St. Bernard. Sold it. What a big dummy I am.
Oops. I digressed.
Ha. Must of had the vapors. Love the drama...
Oh my. Took me two days to post these. My fingers are done for awhile. I'm not bothering to check for mistakes.
Ok. Let's try this again. A few weeks ago I thought that I was back to my old self. I wasn't. I tried to jump back into things a little too soon. I have to be very disciplined about the time that I spend typing or doing anything involving my arms and hands that is repetitious. Anyone who knows me is well aware that I am everything but disciplined abou. Anal I'm not.
I've spend the last weeks trying to get all healthy and hunky dory. While trying to get myself together and motivated, we learned that my littlest peanut Abby is one ill bitty pom. I don't consider myself anywhere even close to over the deaths of my two other dog babies. My heart and soul is still trying to grasp the fact that I may not have her this same time next summer.
Her health issues are many. Arthritis, cataracts, a collapsing trachea to name a few. Her energy level diminished in recent weeks. I took to strolling the neighborhood with her propped up in a baby stroller.
If you look closely you'll notice that she is sitting on a re-freezable ice pad. Her lungs are not working as they should and she has a hard time keeping her body temperature down. These ice pads have been a life saver for her.
Recently she took a turn for the worse and stopped eating. Two vets and a whole bunch of money later, she is on Prednisone and now seems to be stable. The vet also gave me an inhaler in case of an emergency. Emergency? I don't want there to be any emergency.
When she is up and begging for a cookie I can almost fool myself that nothing is wrong with her. When she starts spinning in little circles in anticipation of her morning stroll, I can almost believe that she will be with me forever.
Nights are the hardest. Up until recently Abby spent her summers far away from us at night in her attempt to keep cool. In recent weeks she has taken to sleeping snug as a bug up against me. And she keeps on snuggling throughout the the night. Here I am hot and sweaty something awful, about to roll off the edge of the bed, hot dog pressed up on my tummy. Oh-oh. What's that? Did the ice pad spring a leak again? Sometimes we wake up as often as 3 or 4 times a night to replace her melted ice pads.
I'm trying not to drive myself crazy with guilt about my other two dogs. What if I had taken them for second opinions as we just did with Abby? Would either one of them still be here today? What if the second vet or third might have been able to discover something that the others hadn't? Did I fail them? I have to keep reminding myself that we loved those dogs with all our heart and that we did the best that we could at the time.
Abby dear, I wish that I could feel your warm fuzzy body, safe and content beside me always.