Laundry’s done; all’s well but for the practical paper matters which require a last going over of the 1000 or so pieces of paper in this upstairs and downstairs cottage for instance, valuable documents are mixed up with endless paperwork that has long since obsolesced.
So, most of all I am thrilled to be catching up with my son. I have been separated from him by our very closeness. It was too much. I have been working on a process of healing. He has been doing SO WELL and I am SO PROUD of him. Here is his cat Tanner coming to see me at the mention of his name. Travis and Tanner were in his care for 4 years I think, then he had to leave and they were in my mother’s care, then I moved in and the three of us have bonded. They are still Ian’s cats. They are fit and healthy. Strong and affectionate.
It is very similar to my situation when I was in my twenties. I had a beautiful longhaired, grey, female, tortoiseshell cat who got pregnant and had 4 kittens (oh no!); and my mother took them all in on this farmhouse property where my father lives alone now. So, it’s a tradition; The kid, the cat, the cat goes to the mother.
Ian always had the fun of my cat from Boston and the kittens who stayed. when he was here in PA. But he desperately wanted a cat of his own in Florida where we were living. That just wasn’t possible. There were too many cats on the block, my ex was allergic, and there was some abuse going on… I was going to bring Daisy but at that point she was just too old and there was some construction going on in the house, some re-wiring. We ended up getting a mouse.
Anyway that’s an old story told too many times over. Ian was complimented at school for his careful and gentle way of handling a small pet who was brought into the classroom. He loved little Coco the mouse. He was away from home in Florida and here in PA when she passed. We treated her like the family pet, you know, like a cat or a dog. I used to say she was the only other female in the house. I had never had the chance to take care of a pet before. I didn’t really let Ian do so, anyway, I think that was when he was at boarding school. I took care of a horse when I was 12 to 13 but that’s different. Coco was very important to Ian and he handled her very well.
All that is coming unraveled in my mind now, I was stuck on those years for a long time. I ended up with Feldman, a popular, young psychiatrist in Largo, near Clearwater.
As for stones made of light I think that that would be like information being a commodity. A blast of either would easily take down an ignorant Goliath.
So, it is late and I have to turn my sight to more pressing needs like chilling before going to bed.
Un.Bon.Mot 