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Seven.
Last night I was crying so hard in bed that I had to get up and do something else for a while. I started the immediate process of saying goodbye - as opposed to the Long Goodbye I've been living since September, and her diagnosis. I vowed to call the vet and make an appointment. This moved from a gray idea of knowing by osmosis when it was time ( Read more... ) -
In the Woods.
I'm not sure I've been in the woods this deep before. Close, but I don't think quite as deep. The day I sat on the bed paralyzed because I couldn't envision a future beyond waiting tables and barely paying my bills, with no prospect of improvement on the horizon. That was the deepest for a long, long time ( Read more... ) -
This Summer. A list.
I love lists. I have always loved lists. In the notebooks lovingly stored in the Alligator Suitcase there are poems, there is prose, there are memories, but there are also lists. Sometimes I love the lists best. Places I was meant to be on a given date and time. Things I needed from the store. Mundane things that in their own way reveal ( Read more... ) -
Cats
While I understand that not everyone classified cats as people, I do.
My Bishop with renal failure is a disaster. She is currently hiding in a corner, and her appetite is down. And she is dehydrated again. The thought was that if she bounced back relatively well from her hospitalization that she might be okay. Heart murmur, ecoli, staph. But ( Read more... ) -
Moving.
It feels like as soon as I get completely comfortable in a place, and have accepted that I live there, and found multiple things that make me happy about the location, that it is time to move. Again.
Not being tied down by work, and not yet being tied down by school, I can finally move to the city. I have terror in my soul about this. I have two ( Read more... ) -
Dear Mama (A week later):
Mama,
There is not enough white sage leftover from Arizona and Virginia to cleanse this feeling. No, really. Nikki will divorce me if I burn any more.
I am also in danger of ruining both Mumford & Sons and Milagro Cantina, because they are two of the things that are helping to get me through this. Mumford and Sons lets me 'get down' with my ( Read more... ) -
My mother has died.
On February 2nd I received a call from my mother ( Read more... )