Last night I had one of those periods of time where everything, every thing, pleased me. My soul and my heart were both so light and there was nothing that did not feel sweet. The food I was making for supper, the garden I picked part of it from, my lovely sharp knives and good cooking pots. The fact that we have running water for washing clothes and our bodies and drinking seemed almost miraculous. The bowls of eggs on the counter were precious. I felt newfound appreciation for my house, my very old house with its wooden floors and big windows and the pictures that the children have drawn taped to its walls and cabinet doors. The fact that I was going to sit down and watch our new president-elect and vice-president elect make acceptance speeches with my good, dear, husband thrilled me more than I can say.
And all of that was good. It was good to get into my old nightgown, soft as a whisper and to cuddle into my bed having listened to the speeches with the prospect of a new president in front of us, the prospect of dreamless sleep before me.
And I woke up this morning disturbed, heavy, and worried.
We have not seen Maurice since Friday morning and this is not like her at all. I had thought she'd taken off for a little while when the kids were here because she does not like kids any more than they like her. There's a good reason Maggie calls her Scratch. Hell, there's still a place on my own arm that hasn't quite healed up from the last time she got snitty with me. But she's never disappeared this long. I've searched upstairs and in the closets, and in my old office. Glen's checked the shed he keeps locked and the trailer, too. She is nowhere to be found.
And say what you will about her disposition, her temper and her manners, I love that little orange cat.
Mr. Moon is worried too. He's looked all around the yard. We have looked up and down the road. I don't think she's a far-traveler but stays close to home. So where could she be? Last night after I turned out the light to go to sleep, a cat suddenly appeared beside me and at first I thought it was her and I was so relieved but I immediately realized that it was big old Jack and although his presence comforted me, I was disappointed.
Add to that- my worry over my crazy animal companion, my grouchy familiar- I think that all of the stress of the past years and months and days have finally caught up with me. I am still grateful for the running water and the garden and the knives and my husband and my house and my family but that clear and perfect delight in everything has gone the way of a summer rainstorm, leaving me wondering why such feelings of contentment and thankfulness have to be so damn transient. I feel so heavy today that it's been hard to move my body and everything aches. I managed a few things like laundry and sweeping porches and watering plants and I even made a meringue pie with the beautiful lemons that Jessie brought over but nothing has brought me much pleasure.
It has made me laugh to read about the press conference of Trump's lawyers at the Four Season's Total Landscaping office's parking lot next door to an adult bookstore in an industrial area of Philadelphia. I still have so many questions about that, one of them being- did the person who answered the phone when someone called to schedule the event explain that no, this was NOT the Four Seasons Hotel or did they just go with it and book the place as requested? I can't imagine that anyone else has ever asked to use the facility for a press conference before. How did the person on the phone come up with a price? And what asshole decided to just run with it when the mistake was discovered?
And it does make me feel good to know that Biden is already forging ahead with plans for his new administration. Remember when the Ignorant Orange One didn't even realize he was going to have to fill a whole lot of positions like...a cabinet? Being an American during his reign has been like a patient with a brain tumor allowing a high school student to perform unsupervised neurosurgery on him. Say what you will about "politicians," it's so nice to have a president-elect who actually knows how government works from the bones on up.
That's enough. I need to go put the chickens up and start supper and finish folding some laundry. Mr. Moon is sitting in a deer stand. He got up at 4:30 this morning to go sit in one and came home with some lovely videos of the woods at dawn. He rested and ate and has gone out again.
Please keep a good thought for my crazy little Maurice with her constantly injured nose. I miss her bad. I want her to be okay and safe.
I want us all to be okay and safe.
Sending good mojo for Maurice to find her way home soon...fifteen years ago my then 8-year-old granddaughter discovered two abandoned kittens in their driveway. The family decided to adopt them and named one Max and his sister Kylie. A visit to the vet determined they were indeed brother and sister but their sexes were opposite. Max is a she and Kylie is a he. Oddly enough we don’t see anything weird about it.ReplyDelete
I had a female cat named Maxie! She lived forever and ever, almost, amen. She was a fine cat and was the mother of our possibly most personable cat, Bob. Whom she outlived. Don't we love our cats?Delete
i hope your kitty comes back soon <3ReplyDelete
keeping you and Maurice in my heart tonight as I read this.....may she appear soon! And what you seem to be experiencing today sounds almost like a bubble bursting......or........ you hold your breath, as in....tension and a state of unrest we have all been in for SO...very long.......and then it all just releases and leaves you rather..... in a limbo of sorts. I'm waiting to feel that maybe tomorrow? But Maurice.....she's foremost in my thoughts with love, tonight. Come home, you scratchy girl!ReplyDelete
I have felt so much better today and am grateful.Delete
The scratchy girl is back!
I hope that the cat comes back, I love Maurice, all spunk and independence. I am fond of ginger cats, we had one that had the same disposition as yours. he was the last one to die. Gnarly little guy. The Four Season's event makes me laugh and laugh and snort laugh. Like the icing on the very bad poo cake, that has been the last four years of , as you said, brain tumor with a child surgeon in charge. It is all going to get better- i was so moved by both speeches, sanity, sincerity and accuracy of history. Refreshing and the bells in Berlin chimed!!!ReplyDelete
Weren't those speeches just pure good? Complete sentences! Real faces of real people instead of a pod man trying to act normal and a con man trying to pretend to care.Delete
And as you know, Maurice is back.
Have you ordered your Four Seasons Total Landscaping T-shirt yet?
Since I got here in time to know the ending of the story of lost Maurice, let me say all's well, etc. We once had a cat trapped in the basement. So shy that she hid whenever someone came through. We found her when we investigated the cause of the gnawing of the wallboard. We were looking for a rat and she was looking for a way out.ReplyDelete
Oh my Lord! Cats! Jesus! No wonder they say "Curiosity killed the cat." It really can. Remember when Jack was upstairs for over two weeks?Delete
Oh Mary. I do hope that she is OK and just having a snit. Emma stayed gone for three days once because I rescued two puppies and kept them in the garage overnight. I was certain she was not coming back when she strolled in the back door.ReplyDelete
I think all that constant stress and resistance we have been engaged in that has depleted us and only now that we can relax somewhat are we aware.
Cats'll do that- just take off and walk back in like, "Yeah- did you learn your lesson? Gimme some grub."Delete
There has been way too much stress and it's impossible just to shed it overnight. At least for me!
I love that Four Seasons story too. I'm dying to know how that happened. Dave says there are Four Seasons Landscaping Service t-shirts being sold online. LOLReplyDelete
They are gonna make a fortune!
"It has made me laugh to read about the press conference of Trump's lawyers at the Four Season's Total Landscaping office's parking lot next door to an adult bookstore in an industrial area of Philadelphia.", just keep that in Mind and you should be Smiling all damned day! *LOL*ReplyDelete
Endlessly amusing, isn't it? Just so crazy.Delete
I've been cracking up about the 4 Seasons thing too. Rudy. Oy. I'm glad your cat is back. And yes, everything is a little sweeter these days! We made it!ReplyDelete
We did make it!Delete
Rudy is such a cartoon character as it is. Such a joke. I wonder what he has on Trump that Trump still keeps him around.
The Four Seasons story kept me amused all day. Like you, so many questions. Did they phone the wrong place, like you said.ReplyDelete
Some are speculating the Trump fund card was declined at the hotel. What then?
'We've put the tweet out now. Is there another Four Seasons?'
'Er, there's a Four Seasons Total Landscaping'
'Great. Go with that. Get it booked'
Whatever way all possibilities are hilarious. I'm also laughing at the thought of the press turning up bemused wondering where the hell they were.
I've read accounts by different press people and they were all absolutely stunned. So, so crazy. Someday I hope we hear the real, true, whole story.Delete
I'm glad the Four Seasons fiasco tipped your see saw a bit and now I see that Maurice has returned, yay, I hope your see saw is balanced.ReplyDelete
Much more balanced, thank you liz.Delete
Glad that Maurice is home safe! I think we’ve all be suffering from ptsd under trump and it’s going to take some time to release it. As for the speeches, I loved them both. HiReplyDelete