We all know I’m a cat lady, and I have cat lady things to share.
About 10 days ago, my cat Salem vanished. She must have gotten run off by a dog, or spooked. Generally, her little jaunts are temporary (few hours), but this time she stayed gone. Every night I put out a sweater of mine, some water, and a bowl of food on the back porch in the hopes she’d turn up. I had almost given up on her returning – it’s not like her to vanish for days on end. The most she’d disappear was 5 hours, and she’d usually show up howling by the back door around midnight when she realized it was cold outside. At any rate, 10 days after she went missing, I’m doing dishes when I hear a ruckus by the back door. She then comes streaking into the house followed by Jack and Spot. Completely unexpected, but I’m so happy she’s home. She was pretty dusty/dirty, and she’s very thin – I mean, she was scrawny to begin with but you can actually feel her bones right now. I’ve kept her trapped in the house for now while she rests. She’s mostly eating and napping right now, but she gets lonely really easy and cries if she can’t see any of us. As long as Spot is sleeping next to her on the bed she’s a-ok. Other than that, nobody seems to pleased with their confinement (Spot is currently howling in the kitchen because I won’t let him out). She’s grounded so all of them are grounded! Also, Salem has tracked in every pollen out there with her, so my sinuses are pretty miserable right now.
End Cat Story.
I decided a couple of weeks ago to try dating again. I was getting a little bored and fidgety trying to keep myself occupied. I’ve been running. I’ve found little things to do here and there. I’ve spent tons of time in the garden. I planned a vacation. I’m practicing a ton. Still, it’s a very quiet and solitary life, so I thought it would be nice to get out and meet some new people. I went back to Ye Olde Dating Site and threw up a profile with pictures of my oboes, pets, and green hair.
This time, though, things will be far different. There will be no more “well, I guess it’s ok” or “I suppose I can deal with that” when looking at certain aspects of people. I’ve not pigeonholed myself so much that I’ll never find some strange ideal that will forever only exist in my head. I have, though, learned to spot the things that really don’t work for me. Therapy has been such a good thing for that. I know myself better than I ever have before, and I know what I need, and above that I know what I deserve in life. It’s not an ego thing. I do not think I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread. But I am also not such a bad person that I can’t choose for myself because the most I can hope for is for somebody to like me. This self esteem thing is really interesting.
Point is, I actually did meet someone, and been seeing him for a very short while so far. The thing I like the most about him is that he’s a lot like me, where we both enjoy our personal time and our routines. So I get plenty of the space that I need, especially right now. Getting out of the house and routine are things that we both appreciate, so we’ve planned a couple of excursions already, just to do them. And he likes me for who I am. If it goes well, great. If not, I’ll have a buddy to go do fun things with for a little while.
Other than that, garden is in good shape. Everything I planted took, except the kale. It was so happy last year. However, the ones I got were a little sickly, and didn’t handle the shock from planting. Oh well. Here, have a picture of the side yard, it’s pretty.