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Ghosts at the edge
Sep. 21st, 2013 09:44 amThings can kind of blend together during the week around here. Days have things that are attached to them, which let’s me know where I am in the week. The weekend is now more clearly demarcated because Caroline is home from school. Also she doesn’t have any homework on Friday except study for a test on Monday.
This weekend has activities planned unless the weather goes belly up. We have rain predicted but how much and when is going to play a big role in what we do. Our big activity is going into the city on Sunday for the Broadway Flea Market and Equity Fights AIDS gathering. Since Peter’s birthday is on Monday that is what he wants to do with his family the weekend before.
I have a list of things I need to do today. Now trying to find my motivation to do said things. There is a bit of a cloud over the house with Stalin gone. I keep seeing ghost cats out of the corner of my eye. I go to the laundry room expect to trip over Treat. I expect Vanilli to be sleeping on the couch. I expect Stalin to be curled up in his favorite spot on the landing. But they aren’t there. Milli and Fig are being extra friendly. Milli has taken up residence at my hip where Stalin use to sleep. Fig has been paying extra attention to Caroline. They know something happened again and that they are missing parts of their pride. I think they are taking as much comfort in us as we are in them.
I am going to give myself a little time before I get mad at myself for not being able to get things done in a timely manner.
I am grateful for fun distractions.
This weekend has activities planned unless the weather goes belly up. We have rain predicted but how much and when is going to play a big role in what we do. Our big activity is going into the city on Sunday for the Broadway Flea Market and Equity Fights AIDS gathering. Since Peter’s birthday is on Monday that is what he wants to do with his family the weekend before.
I have a list of things I need to do today. Now trying to find my motivation to do said things. There is a bit of a cloud over the house with Stalin gone. I keep seeing ghost cats out of the corner of my eye. I go to the laundry room expect to trip over Treat. I expect Vanilli to be sleeping on the couch. I expect Stalin to be curled up in his favorite spot on the landing. But they aren’t there. Milli and Fig are being extra friendly. Milli has taken up residence at my hip where Stalin use to sleep. Fig has been paying extra attention to Caroline. They know something happened again and that they are missing parts of their pride. I think they are taking as much comfort in us as we are in them.
I am going to give myself a little time before I get mad at myself for not being able to get things done in a timely manner.
I am grateful for fun distractions.
