Celebrating Spring And Celebrating Gibson

I went upstairs this morning to get some old sheets that I knew were up there to see if one would do as a new cover for Mr. Moon. I found the sheets and some old stained pillowcases, two mattress pads for an extra-long twin bed which I suppose Jessie had used when she lived in a dorm in college, and...Jack. 
There's a closet at the head of the stairs and one of the doors was not entirely shut and I guess this is one of his hiding places for when life just gets too stressful. He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. I can't believe that cat even goes upstairs, seeing as he was accidentally shut into one of the bedrooms up there for over two weeks once. We thought surely he was dead. It finally occurred to me that possibly he'd gotten locked in upstairs and Jessie went up to check because I was too scared, thinking that if he had been in that bedroom for that long there was no way he could be alive, but she came trotting back down the stairs in a few minutes with Jack following right behind, tail up in the air, sassy as you please. He did go straight to the food and water but he didn't appear to have suffered overmuch. I guess he ate rodents and roaches all that time. He didn't appear traumatized either. 
That whole nine lives thing is no joke. 

I still haven't heard from the radiology place and I guess I need to call someone and see what's up. The fact that I have been in no discomfort today at all has me feeling a bit less anxious about the whole situation. Is it possible that my very own kidney stone is gaslighting me? 

I spent most of the day outside and again, it's been gorgeous. A little warmer than yesterday but not hot. I worked in the kitchen bed again, pulling the damn border grass and chenille plant and a sticky vine and other assorted pain-in-the-ass plants. The bananas, which sent up tiny sprouts just a few days ago, are already making leaves. 

Maurice came to help. 
After I'd pulled all I was willing to pull, I planted a basil plant and a rosemary plant and watered them well. I give them about a 12% chance of making it. 

Then I moved back over to the little yard behind the old kitchen. That whole area is a big mess. 

Slowly I am creating less-of-a-mess. 

Maurice helped there, too. 

Such a fine cat she is. 

I found a few bamboo in the camellia bed and kicked them with vigorous satisfaction. I need to do another complete round of seeking and kicking tomorrow or the next day. 

So it's been a good day but the really best and most special part of today is that it is our Gibson's twelfth birthday. 
How can this be? 

Oh, what a joy that boy has been from the very moment of his birth. 

If you want to read about the day he was born, you can go HERE. 

What a beautiful birth it was. As I may have said before, Lily is truly a goddess. 

It's so hard to believe that this happened twelve years ago. I know that some of you have been reading here since before Owen was born and remember Gibson's birth, as well. You have been here to watch them grow from infants to toddlers, to kids who can walk and talk and dance and have conversations to the big kids they are now. 

Happy birthday, to our Gibson Boy who is the sweetest sweet pea of them all and who thinks very deep thoughts and who is going to be a very fine man. And a tall one, too. 

We love you so and are so happy that you are a part of our lives, this world, our family. We celebrate you.

Love...Ms. Moon