I sleep with earplugs in.

Ticca, the temporary cat, has teamed up with Alfonzo turd kitty to become double trouble. I try to catch Alfie to stick the booger outside but it was a fruitless endeavor so I resorted to sticking earplugs in my ear so I could sleep. It works, but a little buggy. At least I don't have to hear them destroy my house I can wait to witness the knocked over plants come morning.

Poem: Far away in my castle turrent

I know you are thinking of me.
I can feel it in the air
I breathe
In the thoughts in my
head you come visiting
And I'm not concerned
I like what I have
I'm tired of looking
for something beyond me.
You'll hate the discovery
I'm dettached
but I haven't found
what I'm looking for.
It's like that thing
you know you're forgetting
& you don't realize what
it is till it's too late
& then what do you do?
Deal with it I suppose,
I guess, that's what
I've been doing.
Maybe you will find me again in
passing, in
searching, in
a moment
unnamed &
undiscovered.
The windows are open
the door is closed
you can't come in
you can't come in.

Cheer Monster

Alright, missy, I'll be happy when I damn well PLEASE thank you very much!
Spiritually speaking I'm on edge right now, not taking big strides cause I keep running in to things. I want to spend more time at home and at the same time, there are people that I'm missing. That I crave for company.
Can I have both? Something says yes and something says no. Go figure.

The tables have turned for turd kitty Alfonzo. Now it is he who gives the "Die Worm" look to Brutus.

Temporary Mama

My big sis is demanding happier blogs. I don't blame her. I miss my smile.
My house has expanded to 4 pets. I am watching over a friend's pets while she lives in Hawaii for 6 months. I am surrogate mom to Ticca, another tabby cat, and Brutus a peppy Chihuahua. I'm officially a cat lady. This has seemed to go a lot smoother than other introductions to other animals so I think everyone might co-exist quite lovingly. And playfully.
Finally Alfonzo will have other backs to jump on besides Symphony Squirrelly's. Although I have seen her play with him more she still hisses at him a lot and when she looks at him she squints her eyes as if to say: "Die worm."

I have discovered that I have a severally weakened immune system and I have had to curtail my social life. I pick one night to go out now a week. It's kind of a bummer having to be grounded but at least I have 4 pets to keep me company. I think I'm officially a cat lady.

And if that wasn't enough...

My Grandma passed away today.
The one I could tell everything to, the one I was closest to.
The one who like my hair better when it was blue.
Who agreed with my politics,
we both wondered where the money was for our nation's education.
I couldn't wait for the spring
when she was going to show me how to plant a garden.

I've heard all the cliches... God never giving you more than you could handle and all that crap... it's no much help at the moment.

Beyond our mortal coil

Today I found out I lost a friend.
His name is Brett and having diabetes at such an early age means that they don't expect you to have a long life but it never means you can really prepare for it. Death comes when it comes and if it is your time to meet your maker you will. It is much better to rejoice a friend's passing because they get to leave this mortal coil and move on to who knows what we can only dream about.

That idea is still not stopping the tears streaming down my face right now. It is not stopping me wishing we could of hung out one more time and shared our secrets and laughs just like old times.
It is not stopping me thinking I should have called more often to shake him out of his shell.
His last home didn't fit him... 80s decor of forest green and burgundy and furniture with patterns on it. His roommate wasn't that styling a homosexual (some of them do have bad taste). I wanted to take him out of his environment and make him hang out in mine, he never got to see my house, or my piano. Or my kitties.
We went to school together, we worked together, we lived together, we grew together, and for that latter I am most thankful for.
So I guess all that's left.
For me is to give thanks and praise.
Not many have touched my heart like my baby Brett. So brilliant, he was in honors courses in college and had a masters in theatre. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him when he was on stage, he compelled you to be absorbed in his every word. He directed my one woman show, and helped me be completely truthful in my moments. He was teaching theatre at the local community college and planned to go back to school. He loved to learn. He was buddhist. Strove for a peace in his soul, and now I hope he's achieved it. There are I'm sure so many of us who got to be a part of Brett's life, we are all better for his presence.
And all the more lonely in his absence.