My poor cat daughter. She is completely freaked out right now. There is so much going on here that she just cannot understand. First off, the top of the house is getting torn apart and then put back together and that makes a lot of noise. Sometimes the house even shakes.
And then this morning, C. showed up at her appointed time to clean and Maurice is not yet comfortable with that situation either. She is so wary of any stranger and to have one come in and doing things all over the house which involves noise and strange smelling cleaners is just more than she can handle.
Add to all of that the fact that Mr. Moon has gotten out his bags to pack for Canada. He's leaving on Saturday. She knows exactly what it means when she sees this sort of packing going on and she does not like it at all. Mr. Moon is her human. He is the one whose lap she sleeps on. She tolerates me and I think she even trusts me for the most part but when Glen is gone, she feels very insecure, I think.
I talk to her and tell her that everything is going to be okay. We will be fine and Daddy will be back soon but no matter how sweetly and sincerely I croon these words to her, she does not seem to believe me.
Frankly, I had to get out of the house today too for the same reason Maurice was so upset. Too much stimuli. At one point everything was going on and then a train went by which really was the straw that broke the camel's back. For me.
Jessie and I had planned a meet-up at Costco and then lunch today which- thank goodness. I left here early and stopped by The Bad Girls Get Saved By Jesus thrift store. The man who was the main force behind the home and school for the girls who need saving died a few months ago and I have no idea if that has anything to do with it or not but the thrift store really looks spiffed up and a lot cleaner and better organized. The music playing on the little boom box was worse though. I think it was one of the recordings that the bad girls who are getting saved by Jesus made themselves and of course, all of the songs were hymns. The girls go around to different churches and events to sing and sell their recordings as a way to make money, I guess. Here's a link to their web site where they describe what they do. And, after reading that, I feel guilty about ever giving them a dime.
I gave them about seventeen dollars today, though, taxes included. I bought a plant stand and an Eeboo jigsaw puzzle. Those things are pricey on the real market. And it's still shrink-wrapped.
Then I met up with Jessie and we did our shopping and had lunch and then we went to Lily's Publix because you know I cannot just go to Costco. We got to see Lily and hug and talk to her. I cannot tell you how exhausted my daughter is.
The workmen are still here, still working, and it is now after six. I wonder how long this project will take. Selfishly, I am hoping that it ends before my alone time ends so that I will get some actual alone time. And for Maurice's sake too, of course. I found her in the library a little while ago, sleeping in a sunbeam.
It was so lovely, coming home to a clean house and I am grateful for that. I have made chili which is simmering for our supper. Hopefully, I will get another nice walk tomorrow morning and then finish up what I want to plant. It's so funny how I love my routine, my well-worn groove in this inestimably small part of this inestimably huge universe. I suppose it is my silly attempt at a sense of control but I cling to it with all of my vastly imperfect heart, knowing all the while that I have no control at all.