I had a nice weekend in St. Louis. On Saturday, I had lunch with author Mark Tiedemann at McConnell’s Pub, followed by a bit of wandering through an artsy antique-y district in search of an artist’s studio open house that wasn’t yet open. (We were a few hours too early. Oops.) On Sunday, I shopped, bagging three pairs of dress pants and a jacket. (For me, this is a major find!) On a sentimental note,…
I’ve been up to my ears in chaos, so I haven’t posted recently. – I miss the furry wench and I’m still cleaning hairballs out from under the furniture, but I sense that her spirit still lurks here. – Work is … interesting … I like the work and the company, but the process needs a little improvement…. – Finished a 10-week watercolor class. Learned a lot, but haven’t had time to apply it properly.…
or, Cat-Slapped From Almost Beyond The Grave… When the cat had been missing over 48 hours, I resigned myself the idea that she had gone in search of the Elephant Graveyard. The last month with her was a gift I didn’t expect to have, so grief and I were already on speaking terms. At 11 p.m. last night, the absolute certainty that the furry wench was still alive and trapped in the dark smacked me…
The cat has gone missing again. The furry wench flew the coop around 1:30 this afternoon. Nine hours later, she still hasn’t turned up.
The furry wench (aka CAT) went AWOL this evening. She disappeared around 5:30 p.m. Mike and I searched the block and one additional block in all directions, alerting neighbors and strangers alike that the cat was on the loose. Nada. Around 8:30, the furry wench banged on the door, demanding to be let in. She was muddy, limping, and completely unapologetic. I suspect she got cornered by another critter, or she stumbled into a storm…
