Ugh. Time change. My body and the light angles say one thing, the clocks say another. I'm not alone - I've never heard one single person ever say that they think time changes are great.
Crossed another thing off my "I really should be doing this list" - I got the roof swept off today. In theory, I should do that once a month, and I'm pretty good about it until mid-summer. Then the idea of dragging the ladder over and sweeping up there when it's 100 degrees just isn't appealing, and I let it go for 2-3 months (it's back to being in the mid-80s again so it wasn't that great today either). Then I cleaned the gutters as long as I had the ladder there (and had to sweep up all those leaves, but I dumped them in the chicken coop and let them have fun.)
I had good intentions today. Someone had posted a call for volunteers to help sort and pack donations to be taken to North Caroline on the Highway 20 FaceBook list. And I thought what the heck. Wouldn't hurt me to do a good deed, and I could picture myself chatting and folding clothes and Meeting People. This morning I commented on the post, asking if they had enough volunteers, or if they could use more. The poster responded with the "like" button. That's one of my various pet peeves. It merely means that the comment was seen, but I don't know if it meant "nah, we're good," or "sure, could use some help." Again, what the heck. It was only 8 miles down the road so I could just go check it out.
So at the stated time I paused in my sweeping up of the leaves, got dressed, and headed over. It was at a business - a towing company (logical, they have truck for transporting). No one there, and the building was locked. Surprise, surprise.
At least there was a Dollar General on the way home, so I picked up some milk and discount Halloween candy.
I had a strange epiphany today - I'm loving my cats. On one level, that's very obvious. Of course I love my cats; I've always loved all of my cats. But I realized that for several years it's been a sort of guarded, slightly careful love, not that silly, unconditional "in love" feeling. I think it's another case of 2024 being a "healing" year. Knock wood, throw salt, turn around three times and touch my nose - but it's been a year since a cat, chicken, or friend has died. We lost Fiona the day Bob was diagnosed. Pookha followed a couple of months later. Wilhelm disappeared 5 months after Bob died, Nazgul a couple of months after that. Then Apache went downhill and died 7 months after that - the same week that Hamish was in intensive care and it was uncertain if he would live. Tula a few months after that.
And you just get tired of having the same wounds opened again and again. But I'm starting to relax, to let my guard down a little. I'm playing with them more, being silly with them, playing the "bear trap" game (when a cat offers you a tummy to rub, and it suddenly becomes a bear trap). Hugging them more. Just enjoying my little furkids.
And keeping my fingers crossed for Ebaida's furkid Smokey. He's had health problems most of his life, and she almost lost him a couple of years ago. She is absolutely devoted to him. But his chronic renal problems have flared again, and there's a large kidney stone that didn't respond to medication so even though his health isn't great, it looks like he's having surgery next Thursday. She is very very frightened. It doesn't help that it's coming up the anniversary of losing her brother unexpectedly. I really wish I could be there for her.
And now, even though the clock doesn't say it's my dinner time, my tummy does (the cats also got fed an hour early by the clock, but correctly by their tummy time)
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