And life goes on, doesn't it?
Good morning. Another beautiful day here in Lloyd, and Maurice and I are in a battle of wills as she wants to be on my laptop keyboard under my fingers and I don't see that as a good idea. This cat. How in the world am I going to have time to take her to a vet in the next week when I have to get ready to go to Mexico and also have my days with the boys? How is it that a cat's will can be stronger than mine and Mr. Moon's together?
She eats the dogs' food, she goes outside when we make the dogs go out. She also eats my outdoor cat Luna's food and if Luna has a problem with that, Maurice blows up and turns into Godzilla, chasing poor Luna away and yes, I do feed Maurice her own cat food, in the kitchen, under the butcher block so the dogs can't get it.
Oh, it's just a party around here.
Right now she is under the bird feeder.
Next thing you know she'll be going into heat and seriously, people, NO!
In other completely insignificant news, I am wearing a pair of shorts today that I haven't worn in years. Meaning, they fit again. Don't get too excited. They are men's cargo shorts, of course. Attractive as HELL. I have not yet begun to pack for Cozumel but I did buy a suitcase yesterday at the Goodwill. Yes. The Goodwill. It's red and all the zippers work and it has approximately forty-eight price stickers on it. When I took it to the register I said, "I'm not sure you'll be able to figure out the price." My attempt at humor which went right over the cashier's head. She merely thought I was insane. I did not have any cashier interaction yesterday which went well. When I bought a phone charger at the Best Buy, the guy rang up my purchase, never once making eye-contact and when I thanked him, he looked at a spot about nine inches over the back of my left shoulder and said, "Enjoy your purchase."
"Sure," I said. "I'm going to rush right home and just enjoy the hell out of this thing I plug into the wall."
What the fuck?
The boys are coming soon and I hope we have a good time today. They have not yet met Maurice so this will be fun. For them, at least. I am hoping that our tormenting gnats do not come back out today because I absolutely cannot tolerate them. They do not bite but merely cluster around us, trying to enter our eyes, noses, and ears. It's simply infuriating and bug spray does nothing to deter them. I believe it may attract them. We do not even need to discuss the mosquitoes. I think that all this rain we've had has activated the larva of every mosquito who ever laid larva in the history of Florida.
But mostly and truly, I am thinking of Billy and his family and how they have woken up to a day in which neither their MawMaw nor their PawPaw is alive and how that must be a blow to the heart, the mind, the belly. I am thinking of the little cemetery under the trees where PawPaw's body was laid to rest and how we'll be going back there soon. I am remembering the gathering after PawPaw's burial where everyone tried to get MawMaw to eat something. A little bite of fruit, a tiny sandwich. Anything. I am thinking of how amazing and miraculous it is to wake up with only the usual amount of pain and worry, the little concerns of a daily life- a cat to be dealt with, a trip to get ready for- as well as the everyday joys- the fact of an appetite and the appeasing of it with fruit and yogurt, the anticipation of a grandchild's kisses, the knowledge that in just a few days that trip will be embarked upon with one's longtime true love to a place of magic and a sea of every color of blue and green and purple.
All miracles, even the fucking damn gnats who are honestly just living their lives and who's to say those lives are of any less significance than mine?
I am thinking of all of these things and being aware that I am in the middle of all of it and that this is my time on this earth to do with as I will, as I want, as I am able.
And it is good.