Oh why, oh why, am I here again? It's not like I don't like spending time with my folks, but when mom works two jobs with one stretching to midnight sometimes, I'm most likely asleep before she gets home. No. The cosmos decided it was long overdue that I have an accident.
My poor car looks like a one-eyed monster that got hit in the face with a bat and suffered a stroke as a result. The accident itself wasn't horrible. No one was hurt. No vehicles were totaled. But the fact that my door wouldn't open sent me over the emotional edge.
Then to top it off, I immediately drove to the closest dealership, but it was closed due to unforeseen circumstances. So as I try to hold back tears while on the cell with my mom (I have a hands free set because I absolutely detest it when people are on the phone and driving), I drive to the next dealership about 25 minutes away. My mom tried to get me to pull over because I was too emotional. By my silly self actually told her "No, I have to drive."
"I have to drive." What kind of nonsense was that!?! Well, I knew it would take her another half hour to get to me and I just couldn't pull over to sit in my car, twiddling my thumbs, replaying the whole thing all over again.
So I am here again, and I have a familiar friend, or rather foe. Sickness has come for another visit as well. He has set up his retreat in my chest, throat, nose and ears. He has a real fondness for my throat and ears and spends most of his time there whenever he's around. He often brings gifts, most likely in the form of the phlegm that travels back and forth from nose to throat. He's the bad house guest that always overstays his welcome.
But in the midst of all this I have had my sweet spots. I have finished the first of several baby blankets that I want to do for friends that are all due in the next few months. It's a crochet pattern that my friend Sara found for me that has a laced edging for a ribbon to be weaved in. Unfortunately, I crochet as tight as I knit and still am not used to checking gauge. So this came out too skinny for my taste and I didn’t have time to frog it and start all over again. So Sara helped me to modify it.
We rotated the blanket 90 degrees and started the pattern over again. But when I was done with the size, that was where we stopped with the pattern. She then helped me to add a “shell” styled edging. Although it’s not what I had wanted originally, I think this came out very cute, and very good for my first real crochet project.
Then there is my pops and the animals. Pops isn't the type to show affection to animals, but when you're not looking, he feeds them scraps with care, covers the dog with a blanket, and lets my mom know he kind of misses the "grandkids" after we've gone back home. So, tonight it was no surprise to me that he went to the store and bought the cats tuna.
I knew Mr. Antisocial would not come out of his hiding space (the little space in between the desk and the radiator in my ex-bedroom), but Baby Kitty would love it. As soon as Pops opened the can, Arlo was in extreme agony. He was leashed in a way that wouldn't let him leave the bedroom. He could only get as far as the door. Pops took a few minutes to mix up the tuna, with Arlo whimpering to be let into the kitchen the entire time. Baby Kitty was perched at Pops feet, ready to go. Almost as soon as Pops had the dish on the floor, it was gone. Arlo cried in pain that his gluttonous self couldn't get to it.
So what does Baby Kitty do? She walks over and stands in front of Arlo, about 5 feet further than he could possibly reach, licks her lips and cleans her mouth in front of him. I start laughing. Pops (as Baby Kitty) to Arlo at that moment: "Your eyes may shine, your teeth may grit, but none of this you're gonna get."
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