Buttercup is the yellow cat and Ivy is the calico tabby. The pictures do not do justice to how cute they are. They purr constantly, wrestle with each other and snuggle with each other and with us. They are awesome.
I thought about starting up a new blog and even had a name picked out for it and everything, but when I went to write something, there was no voice there. I didn’t feel like explaining to someone who might stumble upon it why there was so much about hair or cats or real estate or Alzheimer’s disease – explaining who I am is just so damn much work.
And I have missed this thing. I have missed having someone to talk to, even if it is only myself.
If it’s okay, I’d like to catch you up on what’s been happening, which is EVERYTHING.
Rabbit is going to be twelve years old soon! She has braces and started middle school this month, and will be starting on prescription acne medication next month. She also, this week, announced she has come down with another case of motherthumping HEAD LICE.
Which is fun because we are also tits-deep in a home renovation project involving our kitchen, so everything from that room is stacked in the living room and hallway. So. Much. Stuff. I am already a wreck with that because the fridge is masked off with painter’s plastic and I can’t eat my feelings like I am accustomed to. We are living on fast food and pop tarts, the household cleaners are packed in a box in a far corner, and Hazel (our old cat) is so worked up about the disruptions, she has stopped using her litter box, preferring instead to leave gifts on beds, rugs or in the middle of the basement floor.
Part of it, I’m sure, stems from her disgust with new members of our family. Rabbit’s cat, Flower (whom she got from Santa in 2007) died in May, after swiftly deteriorating mental and physical health required us to have him put to sleep. Hazel always hated good old Flower and was ecstatic for the few weeks she was again a solo cat up until Memorial Day weekend, when we drove to a farmhouse near town and chose two very very small kittens to be companions for each other and our daughter (and us). They were only five weeks old and when we set them down in the house, we were all goners.
So we have Buttercup (a boy) and Ivy (a girl). This is not supposed to be a blog about cats, but you guys. They are so ridiculously cute.
Hazel despises them. And she kind of despises us now, too. And now we have three cats.
The kittens were neutered/spayed and declawed last week. Ivy tore open her abdominal sutures Saturday, mere minutes after the vet’s regular closing time. We took her to the emergency vet, who must drive a Rolls Royce, based on projected revenues from veterinary procedures they perform at double the regular rate because they are open after hours. The kittens are confined to my office for two weeks, wearing little blue fabric cones around their heads to keep them from getting at their surgical sutures. They look like little blossoms of muchkinland flowers from The Wizard of Oz.
So, to recap: my kitchen is torn up, the house is more of a shambles than ever, my home office is now a convalescent ward for kittens and has litter boxes in it, I am banned from my kitchen and fridge, my 12 year old cat is shitting all over the house, my daughter is in middle school and just announced that on top of everything else, we get to comb lice and eggs from her hair and do endless loads of laundry.
On the bright side, I have a beautiful new washer and dryer that steams the clothes. I have a husband who is a professional painter, who set aside a week of his business to paint my kitchen cabinets, trim and walls, and brought in a laborer to help him. For PCs services, we don’t have to write a check – just keep the coffee flowing and make sure he gets a good night’s sleep after a bourbon and Coke in the evening. My daughter is a huge help with the kittens and is enjoying middle school so far. Our back yard was recently cleared of brush and old debris and a broken swing set, and Rabbit decorated Flower’s grave beautifully to blend in with the landscaping. We will soon be getting a new patio where the old deck had to be torn off.
Home life is absolutely nuts, but our families are doing fairly well. My mother in law is getting remarried next month, God bless her! My mom is getting moved about six hours closer to me to an assisted living facility near her hometown and two of her sisters – it will only take me two hours to drive to her now. PC’s painting business is steady. My real estate business is steady and improving, although it’ll be a chore to match last year, which was freakishly productive. My brother continues to do well after years of struggle – he’s been in an apartment for two years and works a full time job with support from his case worker. He has not been homeless in three years.
HOW IN THE WORLD ARE YOU?
Over 1,500 posts have been trashed. But not before being backed up onto Pressbook for future editing and possible later publication in print or e-book format. I figure that out of 1,560 posts, there should be a book or two that can be wrung from the contents.
I started this blog in June of 2006 – nearly eight years ago. In that time, I have written about love and death and birth and joy and poop and hair and television. Politics, veganism, cattle, Wal-Mart, and consignment stores.
I have raged and ranted, cried and laughed and waxed rhapsodic. Readers have come and gone and there are a few faithful who still tune in occasionally to see if I’m alive, or still writing.
I am. Still writing, that is. To be more specific, I am re-writing. I am taking what I put out into the ether and making from it a silk purse. I thank you for reading, for sharing your lives with me, for sharing in the evolving story that has been my life.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for more info on where to find and read me in the future.
And from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU.