It’s nice to have a relaxing day where one can sit with their thoughts and just be. Maybe a little meditation also. I don’t like always having to do things, or be somewhere, or just being busy because if not, it makes me look like I’m not a productive member of society. Which isn’t true.
I once had a coworker tell me that I wasn’t busy because my desk was always clean and neat. Which meant to her (since her desk looked like a hoarding situation) that I was lazy and unproductive, because I didn’t have papers everywhere. Which wasn’t true.
But for today, I (we) are lazy. And that’s ok too.
Ahhhh….the house is back to normal. The dishes are washed and put away, the leftovers are all but eaten, the visiting family has left, and the kittens and puppies can roam the house free from too many feet and too much excess noise.
I don’t think I told you, but Wolfie died late last month. Totally unexpected and quite a shock. Up until when I found her she was very active, following me and the dogs around the yard, chasing birds, jumping the fence, always outside and only coming in to eat. Before I left Florida she was getting pretty thin, but my neighbors said (since they have a dozen cats and have had cats all their lives) that that is just what happens to older cats, they get skinny as they get older. So I didn’t think anything of it, because she was still eating and drinking and still active.
It must have been several hours into her permanent slumber when I found her asleep under my BIL’s bed, because rigor mortis had already set in. (Not totally, but it was still traumatic.) I cried for probably 8 hours. We buried her outside, because she loved to be there. My face hurt by the end of the day.
I still miss her walking around the yard with me and giving a hard time to the other neighborhood cats. And she purred all. the. time. I miss her purring.
Anyway, she had a good life and was the sweetest cat. I’ve compiled a bunch of my favorite photos of her in this montage. It’s been too difficult to talk about until now.
Rogue, her sister, doesn’t seem to care much, but they weren’t close; they never really liked each other. A lot like some human sisters I know (not me, I like my sister.)
The other puppies are keeping me company to help fill the void. They are so cute and active it’s difficult for me to stay sad for too long. I must have my grief and move on, time waits for no one.
I’m busy with my knitting and crochet and *finally* getting my sewing desk set up downstairs. Yay! I have a full basement crafty room! woot woot! WITH a futon! yeah baby! Now I don’t have to leave the basement to take a nap! Life goals, right?
Wolfie always finds a way to be right on top of what I’m working on. I almost had her buried under some material but when I went to get my phone for a photo, she moved. And it was the cutest photo too, you could just see her ears.
The summer storms have started with some force and regularity, with big thunder and lighting and a small creek running down my street. Lola is afraid of these storms so she tries to hide under or behind me. She’s so soft and cute I don’t mind. Duke can’t hear much and Anna is ambivalent. The cats whine to come inside and then make themselves comfortable on my bed. At least they all have a safe place to be, and I’m happy to be able to provide that.
Besides sewing I’m learning some new crochet skills! We’ve started a crochet-along at the library making a market bag. I’ve got 2 weeks to get the bulk of it done. It’s not difficult, just repetitive, which works for me because then I can remember what I’ve done. I need that muscle memory.
Thinking about all these beautiful things today and how lucky I am to have them in my life.
All is well here, keeping very busy, and some personal life changes happening. It’s all good stuff though.
I hope you are well.