Yes, here I am for just a short span of time, in December, with Christmas music to inspire me. These last couple of months it's been easier to put one day's worth of thoughts into the short uninspiring sentences of Facebook. Not what I had dreamed I would do if I would someday write something, anything, worthwhile. But at least my family and friends can check Facebook and reassure themselves I'm still kicking. Sometimes I go back to Facebook to confirm my being alive, and the aliveness of others, on a certain day.
I thought I would light a candle on my site to increase my hope, and yours, that I will be back to resume my conversation. I've enjoyed catching up on the posts of some of my favorite bloggers who have been much more faithful to their readers than I.
Right now I'm trying to write in spite of a certain orange tabby cat, who came to live with me after my sister died last March, trying to jump on the keyboard. It wasn't possible for me to adopt the calico that lived in the same house with Sam E. I'm wondering if that's why he continues to be restless--he misses Teira.
Our calico, Bunny, refuses to allow Sam E. a place in our house, having a hissy fit if they chance to meet face to face. I had hoped they would grow used to one another by this time, but they sound like they're killing each other. I truly believe Sam E. would be her friend if she would let him. She was enjoying her singleness after our Siamese, Koko, died last year.
I hadn't planned on going on about cats, but they're influencing our life on a daily basis. I can't seem to part with either one. Bunny would have to be put to sleep as she has been imprinted exclusively by humans, namely me, since she was a tiny precocious kitten. And, though Sam E. hated me at my sis's house, he's imprinted me on his mind now because he didn't have any other choice. Besides, to me, he's an extension of my sis's life and he's a gentle giant as long as Bunny stays in the basement when he's out roaming, and in the office when Bunny is allowed upstairs to roam. The extra attention I've given him because of his fate has undoubtedly spoiled him and made him a needy-feline extraordinaire.
What a tangled web we (I) weave! Any kind of natural life has always been more to me than "just" a cat, or a bird, or a deer, or a tree (I'm a borderline tree-hugger). They're as real to me as any human, and I delight in them when they're alive and mourn them when they die. I personify them because I "see" their individual personalities which delights me.
Ah, well, I haven't alluded to the grand-kids which are one of my greatest joys. Need to update my sidebar pictures as well. Perhaps this isn't the best time to update a blogspot, with Christmas whirling closer and me not near ready.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. If I make it back before all the holidays are past, I will surprise myself. Till next time, God bless.