I took the red-eye to South Carolina last night, changing planes in Chicago early this morning. With only a few hours of sleep, I keep eyeing the bed but I’m trying to stay up to get on East coast time. Trying to reconnect with my Mom’s persnickety cat is a distraction. It’s hard to tell what she likes – and I’m a cat person who is used to making feline friends quite easily. Samantha seems to appreciate my attention although I’m clearly a substandard stand in for my Mom.
I was petting my cat tonight with a glass of red wine in my left hand. I watched my right hand as it gently stroked her head. Suddenly it was my grandmother’s hand that I saw. The color, the shape – worn yet gentle. She loved cats too. Her heart was wide with compassion, as…
It has been too hot this weekend for the whirling dervish efforts by the cats which I think really would have given my prayer vigil some power. No word from HP on the status of my computer, just a status page that shows my computer as not shipped. Maybe I’ll be lucky and they have…
My favorite radio station, KCRW (I’m listening to Metropolis as I write this),was accidentally removed from the button on my car radio. I had been too busy to focus on fixing it so I got out of the habit of listening to the station. Well, today I have it back. Although I found music to…
I’ll never forget how disoriented I felt in 2013 when my now ex-husband moved to California temporarily for a job, even though I knew that we’d be visiting each other regularly. The day he left I had nearly finished putting on two completely different shoes when I realized what I was doing. That moment paled…
The celebration of my birthday started yesterday with a little celebration at our staff meeting. I arrived to find flowers at my desk and my favorite salad from the local cafe as lunch for everyone. This was of course followed by cake – chocolate cake (my Mom made me chocolate cake every year as it…
Correspondence of all kinds have been the bane of my existence for just about as long as I can remember. The heart is willing but the focus just isn’t there. In fact, the more dear the person is to me, the less likely they are to actually hear from me. Email has done little to…
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How was your trip to SC, Pam? Are you back home?