For some reason I feel compelled to let the world know that I survived another lonely, lonely night. Haha!
Which I did, by the way.
Maurice knocked her food bowl to the floor sometime around 2 a.m. and I didn't even get up to see what was going on. Found it this morning when she was daintily picking out the Friskies among the broken glass. I swept it all up and gave her a new bowl. I also found a frog in the kitchen. I was sweeping up without my glasses on and suddenly what I had thought was a leaf or a glob of Play Dough (I'm blind without my glasses) suddenly stretched out and jumped off the dust pan. He is now outside.
In the kitten report- I have not heard them in two days. They may be dead (they are probably dead) but I am going to believe that their mother came back and got them.
Yes. And now they are all living happily on a farm with Lassie where a jolly farm wife in a white apron feeds them warm fresh cream and kippers.
I'm getting out of the house today. I've already talked to Jessie about that and we have vague plans. "Text your sister and see what she's doing," I told her. "And Hank."
I'm bossy. I'm the mama.
I've also talked to my across-the-street-neighbor who is out of town. She told me about the shooting at FSU's library last night.
All too goddam familiar at this point. What can you say? Get rid of the guns? Like that's going to happen. Get rid of the crazy? Well, sure.
I sigh a big sigh and let it out. Time to go on living because here we are. It's beautiful outside and I need to go let my chickens out and so I shall and then it's time to get dressed and walk among the living because I am alive too.
Jump off the dust pan, dust off the seat of the pants, go kiss a grown-child, maybe a grandchild, get some sunlight in my eyeballs, be grateful, be thankful, cuss and fuss and don't worry so fucking much.
It's never what you think that's coming to get you, and most of the time, nothing's coming to get you anyway.
Good morning from Lloyd.