Some Days are Diamonds…


Sorry the notify sent out was incomplete, title, that happens to me once in a while and it’s all because of my darn laptop keyboard… all I have to do is look at a key and it types it! It makes me crazy…

So it saved this entry when I only had one word in the title box and sent out a notify… even though I didn’t tell it to! Grrrrr…

And I was almost happy for a minute there, before that happened… and that’s why I found this little video of John Denver singing “Some Days are Diamonds, Some Days are Stone” for you.

I had “diamonds” in mind, but now that has all turned to “stone” for me!

So… we are having a beautiful, albeit windy, day here in New England today. I’m sure Paul will come home and tell me it was a “bit breezy” out there on the ocean, but the sun is out, it is NOT hot but cool-ish, and all was right with my world until this happened…

It’s no great shakes, compared with all the other problems of the world. But it has left me fuming – I need to stop, breathe, and chill out for a sec…

I so miss John Denver.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

And here I will end this entry, but not before I send out best wishes to my friend Sheila in Yorkshire, England, who is having to make a very hard but important decision about her beloved kitty-cat who is doing quite poorly at the present time. Oh, he’s lived a good long life; Sheila has had him with her for 20 years, and when he came to her, as a stray, he was an adult cat already!

He’s one in a million to her and this week, I expect, will be a hard one to get through. So I’m sending hugs to you, dear S.P., and hope whatever happens will be the best for all involved.

 photo 53914a3b-c07c-413c-a4ba-24bbf110c8d6_zps955c8794.jpg

“Fig” – a Yorkshire cat of high distinction!




This Old Cat

I’m getting on in years,

My coat is turning gray.

My eyes have lost their luster,

My hearing’s just okay.

I spend my day dreaming

Of conquests in my past,

Lying near a sunny window

Waiting for its warm repast.

I remember our first visit,

I was coming to you free,

Hoping you would take me in

And keep me company.

I wasn’t young or handsome,

Two years I’d roamed the street.

There were scars upon my face,

I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment

As I left my prison cage.

Oh, I hoped you would accept me

And look beyond my age.

You took me out of pity,

I accepted without shame.

Then you grew to love me,

And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter,

You have wet my fur with tears.

We’ve come to know each other

Throughout these many years.

Just one more hug this morning

Before you drive away,

And know I’ll think about you

Throughout your busy day.

The time we’ve left together

Is a treasured time at that.

My heart is yours forever.

I Promise – This old cat.

by KC Sievert Bingamon

Cheers for singers who live on in our memories forever, and cheers for our four-footed friends who do the same, in our hearts…

Bex & Co.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

2003 – Present Archives at Diaryland

2007 – 2009 Archives at WordPress

2009 Archives at JournalScape

2010 Archives at JournalScape

2011 Archives at JournalScape

2012 Archives at JournalScape

2013 Archives at JournalScape

2014 Archives at JournalScape


This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to Some Days are Diamonds…

  1. TopsyTurvy says:

    What a nice post, Bex. Even with the questions about Fig, I just found it very warm and uplifting.


  2. Bex says:

    Sheila – thanks for stopping by… and we most assuredly will keep you and the Figlet in our thoughts and hearts. He’s a bit of a legend, isn’t he? I haven’t told the story of his “trip abroad” yet, but maybe someday… he’s a cat of a different hue… a real gem.



  3. Sheila says:

    Thanku CB and Thanku to your efriends who have commented on my darling Fig. (short for Figaro!)
    He is feeling more comfortable than on Monday and we are now on a day to day scenario.
    Currently he is happy to be alive!
    I can also live with that.
    Please keep us in your thoughts.
    Kindest Regards
    Sheila M.


  4. Eric Mayer says:

    Sorry to hear about Fig. He must be even older than our Sabrina was. It is very hard when you know they are nearing the end. Once they become really aged you think, well, but he might very well go on for another year. But when twenty rolls around…well, I’ve been there. It is a good old age for a cat though. And I suspect they are more accepting of the natural aspects of life than we are, including the leaving of it.


  5. Bonnie says:

    A nice poem for Sheila, I know how hard that is for her. I have poems up for my gone on cats.


  6. Bex says:

    Thanks Sandy… Fig is a “he” though… (smile) and he is, as far as I know, still with us… it’s just that his days are dwindling down to a precious few, so very precious. xxxx


  7. sandy freel says:

    So sorry to read about the cat….She had a blessed life for sure with Sheila and her kindness.
    I too loved John Denver.


Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s