Birthday Lunch With Some Darlings And Good News About Jack

There we have Mark, Hank, and Rachel. It turns out that Japanica is closed on Mondays so we ended up at Chow Time where none of those three had ever eaten. So, back Mr. Moon and I went to partake of the delicious foods and Lily was there too as the restaurant is quite close to where she works and so she could scoot over and eat during her break. I had a great time and I think "the kids" did too. I was so glad to see Mark. It's been awhile. And my birthday boy. I wrote him a card and as I always do, I worked myself into a fit of weeping as I wrote. I swear, I am the most emotional person you can imagine. I just...I just love my babies so much. And remembering the days they were born is simply guaranteed to bring forth tears. And of course I want to put all of those emotions into words and really, I just can't. But I do try. I think they know, though, those babies of mine. 

By the time we got to lunch, I was in a cheerful mood. I had woken up in a terrible state of anxiety. I'd had yet horrible dream but I shook it after an hour or so. Now here's something funny- I'm freaking out because we're leaving on Friday. That will give us two days to get up to North Carolina so that we'll have time to stop and ramble and explore a little before we check in to our house on Sunday. But that seems so soon! And yet, Mr. Moon was freaking out because he thought we were leaving on Wednesday which gave him so very little time to do all the things he wants and needs to do before we leave. Once I told him that no, he had an extra day, he calmed right down. I've called in refills for my medications, I've discussed with Mark the food he wants to be here for him, and I've...well. That's about it. I am nowhere near ready to go. But I will get there. 

I heard from the vet today and the news is pretty darn good. All of Jack's bloodwork is perfectly normal and fine except for his thyroid levels, so despite him not being hyperactive, that's his problem. We will be able to give him a pill every day and that should take care of it. The doctor said he'd be putting on weight and puking less. Which is so good. I miss the sound of horses when that cat runs through the house. "Tra-dum, Tra-dum, Tra-dum." I will go pick up his meds tomorrow. Poor Mark. I hope he doesn't mind giving Jack his pill every day. Actually, we start out with only half a pill so maybe he can just crush it up into some kitty pate. I don't worry that Maurice will eat it because Jack won't let her. He spends a good part of the day lying beside the doorway of the kitchen so she can't even get in to eat her own bowl of food. I am sure her disappointment with the fact that he is not dying yet is vast.

Another thing I need to do tomorrow is to go get my phone-charging port cleaned out. It'll barely take a charge these days. I spent at least thirty minutes on the internet, trying to figure out how to clean it myself and I did try but it's still barely working. I have long since started putting the phone in a plastic baggie and sealing it before it goes into my pocket when I garden but I guess that's just not enough. I probably need a new charger cord too. 
So. Dammit. 

Here's something sweet. Glen told me that yesterday he talked to Tom on the phone who told him he realized what an amazing job he'd done, getting that house all set up for him. And that yes, he probably is going to end up living there. Humans are so funny. He told another friend of his that he didn't want to move out of his trailer because the Tiny House didn't feel like "home." 
There's an entire philosophy of life and being in that statement. Home may have been a fifty-year old single wide trailer with no heat or air conditioning or hot water but...it was home. It IS home. Tom's home. Glen told him that although he understood, that if he just starts taking one little thing at a time to the Tiny House, eventually, it will be home. I hope this is true.

For most of us, there would be no hesitation in moving from that wrecked old trailer into that beautiful little well-crafted and comfortable house but we are not Tom nor have we lived his life nor have we had the health problems and also neurological divergences that he has. And although my patience with him would have worn out long ago, Glen has intuitively known why he thinks the way he does, or at least given him the grace of knowing that he DOES think the way he thinks. And I guess that Tom understands that and appreciates it. 

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Sixteen years ago I wrote THIS. 
Rereading it is eye-opening to me. In some ways, my life has changed so little and my love for Hank and all my children has not changed at all. If I am to be honest, I will admit that I was a much better writer then than I am now. I know I am losing words these days and have to search the databanks to find them. I should probably get some testing done to see what stage of what sort of dementia I no doubt have but I really don't want to know. 

But hey! Another great reason to be glad I've kept this blog. I can go back and read what I wrote years ago and be pleased and remember. 

Here's a picture Jessie sent me today from a hike they took. 

What cute goofballs. I'll have my arms around them soon. If Levon lets me. 

I think I'll go cook some green beans. We're not sick of them yet. 

Love...Ms. Moon