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Not quite a year ago, Juan from Spain sold me a solid wood, marble-top buffet that I've since used for some desperately needed storage space.  Plans to refinish it were postponed and nearly forgotten, until about three weeks ago. The view of it in its state of limbo, a worn spot here and there, a patch of test paint on one side, so sad.  I stopped by the hardware store, stocked up on sand paper, picked out some paint, and spent many, many hours eating through many coats of two colors of paint, annoying my neighbors with the sounds of a lovely power sander.  Anyway, it's been in my living room forever it seems, I finally got the last coat of new paint on it this morning.  The only thing left to do was paint the ornate little feet at the bottom.  No problem, I thought.  I'll just lay it on its back on top of some blocks and let it dry.  Worked fine until an hour later, the marble top, heavy as a mo', detached itself and fell to the tile floor, cracking completely in half and shattering all around the edges of the break.

I mean, wow.  As the final coat is drying.  Really?

Of course, I feel like a moron for not realizing that marble top was too heavy to just hang there.  The worst part though - I didn't know where one of my cats was when I was hearing the noise of it ungluing itself from the wood and realized - this heavy ass thing is about to fall straight down.  I saw Ginsu on the sofa but Kaia, notorious for snoozing in the folds of my drop cloths, was not in my view, I was so scared she was underneath and would be crushed when I looked around to the other side.  But she was fine, she's curled up next to me now on her 2 pm nap spot.

My Thanksgiving was bittersweet times a thousand.  I got to spend time with my beautiful and amazingly smart niece. I got to hug my dad and see him smile.  I got to feel like I was home and with family. And then we had to leave. I cried like a baby on the way to the airport, my poor hubby must think I hate Miami.  It's just hard watching the streets and buildings as you pass in the car and you know it's the last time you'll see it for a painfully long time.  Leeds, Alabama.  Who would have thought such a town would make such an impression on my wee heart.  I'm glad I got out and photographed the seasons there.  That's definitely another thing to be missed.

Speaking of photography, I haven't posted much because I haven't been shooting much lately.  I've been doing more writing actually.  Something I used to do a lot of.  I started charting out a fiction novel and my main character kept evolving so much, the story line was an endless chase, it had me wondering if I'm not better off writing some non-fiction, something real and from my own experience.  Journaling has been the new addiction.  The chronicles of casper lynn, unfiltered.  For now.

 Crappy iphone pics are my favorites lately.