It’s been colder than normal all across the country for the past week or so. I go out into the yard a couple of times during the week, mostly just to put out bird seed. I don’t enjoy the outdoors so much when it’s cold. I know that most of the nation would be happy with the weather we’ve had, but I’m spoiled. I like being able to enjoy the outdoors year round. Not happening right now.
Not that I’ve had a lot of free time to spend. Business has been pretty good in my this year. And I’ve had several custom orders that take quite a bit more work than the usual stuff. So I fill orders in the morning, go to work for the first half of the day and come home and make, photograph and post things in the evening. It’s been great making things for people and I’ve had some really nice reviews.
The hops are losing all their leaves. And simultaneously getting new growth buds:
Miss Monkey always perches up where you just have to pet her if you walk by.
The bougainvillea is finally growing back. Spud knocked the drip irrigation tubes out and I didn’t notice for a while. I’ve finally got plants that are doing OK in the chimineya and the strawberries are producing almost enough fruit for my cereal. They’re small, but very tasty.
And the Mexican lilies I got from my grandmother are in bloom.
We also had a lovely sunset.
We lost another cat last night. “Let go” would probably be a better description. We’d had her for almost 19 years and she had deteriorated drastically over the last couple of weeks. It was time for her to go. Her life had become misery. She’s the second cat to die this year.
I can’t say that I’m used to it, because I’m not. But after losing several cats to old age, you sort of resign yourself to the inevitability of it all. That resignation doesn’t make it hurt any less.
The last couple of years have felt like the universe is reminding me that nothing is permanent. They’ve been years all about loss. First Dad, then Mom-in-law, then Kitt, now Sprite. It seemed like we’d lost Mom, but then found her again.
Some losses feel like being stabbed and some leave a bruise. And species isn’t a reliable method of telling which will be which.
Still with all the pain I could never choose a life without pets. I’ve always shared my life with animals and probably always will. I’ve always enjoyed trying to see the world from their very different point of view.
I’m not one of the people who dress their pets up in silly clothes and have birthday parties for them. Even though my pets are my children in that I’m responsible for their care, I don’t mistake them for humans. They have different drives and needs. I can’t imagine anything more stressful and less pleasant for our cats than having a birthday party for them. Strange animals and strange people in their home. No way. If I want to celebrate my cat’s birthday, I open up a can of tuna.
I was stopped by a policeman on the way to have lunch with my Mom a couple of weeks ago. Under some conditions I might have ben apprehensive, but I was going the speed limit and hadn’t been driving recklessly or broken any laws so when he asked me if I knew why he had stopped me a bunch of replies went through my head:
“Because you’re bored?”
“Because you’re feeling officious today?”
“Because you’re just a little bit sadistic?”
What I did say was “No sir.” I’m crazy, but not generally stupid. He told me one of my brake lights was out and sent me on my way.
Got up and got out the door a little early this morning only to find myself stuck for 20 minutes on a street blocked by a freight train stopped on the tracks.