Ok, I am starting to simmer down here. Yesterday was a strange day. I was an emotional wreck. I spent the day wondering if I was having a “nervous breakdown” and not just because of the computer issues. Those are peanuts in the grand scheme of things. It took until last evening for me to realize that it was ok for me to be feeling so fraught with conflicting feelings.
First and foremost, always, is the hopes/prayers/wishes for Rachel. She is being evaluated today in Houston at MD Anderson to see if anything can be done for her lymphoma. I would gladly take her place but as far as I can see trades like that aren’t allowed in this universe.
Secondly, I spent a few days at my parents’ cabin on the lake this weekend. It’s a beautiful place and one of my favorite places in the world, but the peace and contentment I used to find up there has departed for awhile. My brother had some problems back 15 years ago and I was finally learning to live with the fact that they happened…not accepting, just living with….but in the last two years more of the relatives who have cabins next to the ‘rents have found out about his problems and have asked that he not be at the cabin when they are there in the neighborhood. I have been the go between in these incidents and to tell you the truth it’s somewhat painful to be there for my parents, trying to act as if all is well, when brother’s past misdeeds are constantly brought back to mind.
I was also fretting about Stringbean. The long stringy boy had been missing for a week. These kittens go off on hunting expeditions and I try not to even think about it, but by day six and seven the fretting was real. Day eight, here comes String. Super thin and yowling for several meals. I have no idea if he was shut inside somewhere for a week, or if he simply got lost in the 800 wild acres across the road. He was so happy to be back he would not leave my lap most of the day and he got fed several small meals to get him back into lean stringbean shape.
He was begging to go outside again last night. Um, nope, sorry String, you have to stay home for a bit.
Alright. Thank you all for listening to my tales of woe. Sailor Babo did have a fine time at the lake, and I will post his adventures very shortly. For now, Mr. String is on my lap purring up a storm. Probably time for another feeding. 🙂