Smidge has an appointment to be spayed on March 21, the day after I return from Texas and Missouri.
Aaaaaaand, she seems to be coming into her first heat. At least that’s what I’m concluding from her yowling and slight, um… drippiness.
Tomorrow she goes next door for the duration of my trip, so Rose will have to deal with whatever is ahead.
The General Store in this village has closed. Old Lily and Joe, who have run it for years and years, have retired and sold the place to some lady they don’t like who wants to make it into a dance studio. Karl and I went by tonight after work to remove some scrap wood from their barn that Joe was glad to see gone. Most of it will end up as parts of the chicken coop this summer. Some will go to the dumpster at work. We loaded until there wasn’t enough light to do more. There’s a solid door in there that may serve for the coop, with the addition of new hinges and knob. Planks, 2x4s, 1x2s, and miscellaneous plywood. A painted sign that says, “Labyrinth Walk.” A weeding tool. A section of wooden fence. A good haul for free.
I’m tired. Don’t want to go to Texas and Missouri for a week and a half. But I’m glad to be away from work, too; there is a lot going on there, lots of scrambles to build and scrounge product for sudden orders, not enough lead time, many parts on order, emergencies every day. Snow finds it hard without me. Belinda is back from her three months in India. It’s helpful to have her there, but also time consuming, as it takes nine times as long to have a conversation with her as with anyone else. She doesn’t understand concepts easily, doesn’t think in a linear way, or maybe it’s just the language barrier, but it’s frustrating. She’s so polite and timid, everyone wishes she’d just get to the point and say what she needs to so work can continue. But she has to preface and overexplain and make excuses. It’s hard not to get irritated with her.
I harbor a hope that, two weeks from now when I return, these storms will have passed and things there will be less scary.
So tomorrow is my buffer day, and I have a list. Check the basement for rain water and vacuum it up with the shop vac; empty the vac. Can’t go out the bulkhead yet, as there is still too much snow; so the vac will have to be emptied with 5-gallon buckets taken up the main stairs and dumped outside. Fill the wood rick again and bring in pellets. Possibly cut a tree that Karl downed at the bottom of the driveway. Start doing the Reiki moving meditation I loved so much two years ago. Clean the parlor wall of rusty rivulets from the ice dam last month. Get a new comb; I seem to have left mine in New York state somewhere. Do a load of laundry. Comfort my kitty when she wails.
There is this rush to eat everything in the refrigerator before a long trip. Tomorrow I must consume three tiny eggs, two chicken breasts, a lot of broccoli, half a jicama, half a container of Chob@ni yogurt, some soymilk, half a bottle of wine and a zucchini. Celery and carrots can come with me if necessary. I can take anything viable next door. I am trying to eat only real food, whole grains and no sugar, though I ate chocolate tonight after dinner. I panicked and got stressed and had chocolate. There are worse transgressions, I guess.
It is in the 70s in Austin and the 60s in Missouri. I can pack light.
Nice here, quiet tonight. Smidge is sleeping finally, on her tall condo tower. She loves that thing. I’ve made a wide cardboard tent for her, about 14″ high, with windows in it. I dangle her favorite bungee toy into the windows and she attacks it from inside. Between that and the tower she can pretty much amuse herself for a long time… unless of course she’s wailing because I WANT TO GO I DON’T KNOW WHERE AND DO I DON’T KNOW WHAT BECAUSE I’M ONLY FIVE MONTHS OLD AND I’VE NEVER BEEN IN HEAT BEFORE, BUT I JUST KNOW IT’S GONNA BE GOOD SO BRRRRRROWWWWWWWWWW!!
It makes sleeping a little bit challenging.
Anyway, in spite of everything pressing — taxes which have to go to our accountant tomorrow, cat stuff, house stuff, work pressures — oh, and the unrest with Rose still, which I haven’t even touched on — I am in love with my home, glad to be here, so grateful, and disappearing in episodes of Lost which I never saw when it was on of course, since I don’t get tv here. I’m in the middle of season 3, and watching it every chance I get. There’s even a Netflix app on the iPh0ne, so I’ve watched on the road too. It’s my great escape. I haven’t had one for a long time — which makes me want to pick up a Stephen King book, whom I have not read for years now.
Nearly time for bed.