Me & Andy on Easter Sunday

Daniel and Me had the pleasure of Chris (Daniel’s Brother) and Lisa his wife come by for dinner tonight. It was a great dinner and a great time.

Andy & me at the World Trade Center & 9/11 memorial
Or at least we know we’re free– to walk around this site, that is. As much as it saddened and frightened me on 9/11, and as much as I respect the people who died, the people who died trying to save them–and the people who survived–I was glad to be over the hour-and-a-half ordeal it took us to get into this mall/quad/park so we could actually experience it. I can’t imagine it’s going to be this hard to get in once all the construction is complete, is it? I mean, it’s a public space in public streets surrounded by public buildings. It shouldn’t take that much security just to walk around there. Just my opinion, no offense intended.
Barelegged I stand,
My calves brushed with softest fluff.
Good morning, says kitty.
I won’t say “I didn’t lose a Mom, I gained a cat,” but I do love Callie and feel good about giving her the loving home my Mom can’t give her anymore.
meow!
I’ve been grieving hard this week, alternating between anger, sadness, restlessness and vegetation.
Your on the right track dear husband. All will be well someday soon.
This weekend is sadder than the whole week of shiva. Today I feel like my mom is dead and gone. Really, really dead and really, really gone.
Just heard Stevie Nicks singing Landslide and broke down crying while driving to get my hair cut. Mom liked that song and wasn’t that much older than Stevie Nicks.
After my mom died, we adopted her kitty, Callie. I had not wanted to promise my mother we would adopt her, because I feared how our dogs and a cat would get along, but after she died I decided to do it.
Callie is a Maine coon. Very affectionate and gentle! So far, she is telling us where she wants to go by walking out of doors (no, I don’t want to be closed in the bathroom) or walking up to doors (I would like to leave this bedroom, please). She has found a couple few hiding places where she seeks refuge when she wants to, but she has also stood up for herself to our bigger dog, Buxley. She and Zoey (our little Chihuahua) seem to have no problem but for a little tentative advances and retreats. I would love to blog about this more, but I have to finish my master’s degree coursework this month after a week of sitting shiva amidst going out to San Diego to take care of business and help organize a memorial service. Overall, I have high hopes for our three pets.
She’s gorgeous! Good luck to you all!
you are so funny