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All of the friends I had asked over for dinner failed to arrive. I know why one, therefore two did not show. The other I cannot tell with certainty, though I suspect the reason was the same for all. One I understand, the other could be a problem. Time will tell with all things.
And yet, it was fine. I never worry about people missing out. I can only offer. My mother and myself enjoyed a great meal, a leisurely evening, and life is good. If they want to come by some time, they are welcome if my schedule allows.
I do not know if I mentioned this, but... I went to the animal shelter for Logan and picked a kitten. She is here and I am trying to get Sam and her get along. Her name is Sassy, now. She came to me named Saucy, but that did not fit. My mother thought Sassy fit her better (and it does). I thought about it a while, and some other names, but I think Sassy is close enough to Saucy it will fit, plus Sassy truly fits her. Sam simply wants nothing to do with her, so far. Well, other than to maybe bat her around a bit. I have Sassy in her cage at night, for now. I am hoping Sam will go in and see her, get used to her and such. During the day, I let them both go free, though I pay close attention at the merest of hisses.
My mother is going home soon. I will miss her. But as they say, how can I miss her if she is still here?!? I do not get all mushy, especially since I know she will be back in the spring. We will work then too, but not like this time. She had best find and bring her smokeless cigarette system next time. I simply could not afford another one for her visit.
So much to keep up here and a few things to get done beyond what we completed. I am so tired though, that I will take some time off. I need to rest. I am fried and it is high summer here. All I can think is rest and cool, somehow. Water, I think, would help.
Good night.
It is best to let cats work things out between themselves. They will eventually, hisses and all.
ReplyDeleteAh, you are a good son hosting your mom. You will not regret these priceless memories.
ReplyDeleteD.C.,
ReplyDeleteYes, I see that now. And, mostly, I am going to let them do that. I am having to manually bring Sam in though, otherwise she will not step foot in the house. And, now, she has another behavior problem...
Opus,
I hope I am a good son. I have played the other role, too. It can be difficult living with our parents but, it is biblically (which goes to psychological, sociological, and lots of other -als) to do so rightly, and it is simply good on a native level. To be honest, I think she has more life than I. In either case though, it will be good to have really good memories to carry the survivor forward.
Such a wasted youth. Anger and resentment serves one not a bit. Some correctives on both sides, a sincere apology, an understanding of each others' contentions and sources, and life really is good. She might not have birthed be, but she has borne me in all that word means. She is, in fact, my only mother. There simply is no other woman like one's mother. At least I know that now, finally.