The little family unit has gone back to NYC and I am once again, all by myself.
There should be a little cat here with me but I was unsure , as I often am now.
I didn't know if it was a good idea, the kitten was older than I planned, has a bit of an illness and needs antibiotics .. I don't think I can deal with that right from the start.
It might be a much better idea to get a healthy kitten and enjoy that first , being nurse to a kitty can come later, if it ever has to come.
Yesterday it started to snow and we all watched big fat snow flakes falling, faster and faster, this morning was bright and sunny and there is a lot of snow.
The boy child shoveled, like a pro !
I am so impressed ! and now I have a clean driveway, the street is plowed, I can leave the house .... but ... there is nowhere to go.
It is Sunday and I don't want to go far .. it is a bit too freezing cold to take a walk up the hill to spend a few minutes chatting with the sheep and horse.
The Highland Cattle are very clique-ish lately, they stand apart and just stare .. uppity cows... see if I care, I can talk to the horse and the sheep and even the goat ..
My memory seems to have suffered a major blow when grief slammed into me.
I find myself looking in the closet for something, like a twit I see a bright shiny object and get distracted then I stand there and try to remember, what am I doing here in front of the closet ?
I have to find something ... but what ?
If I don't know what it is, I certainly can't know where it is !
Time for tea and some chocolate, I say !!
In the middle of the night, I will be lying alone in that huge bed ( it got bigger , I swear it did ) and everything I forgot today, will pop into my mind ...
Then I am faced with the dilemma, get up and do it / find it now, or wait til morning and risk forgetting again.
If I lay there long enough and consider it, I fall asleep and forget it the next day anyway.
It will be interesting to see how I fare this winter ... who / what will come stumbling out of my house in the Spring ?
A shaggy headed old woman wearing mismatched socks and her husbands old sweater ?
A manic blonde wearing too much perfume ?
A shuffling old woman who looks around dazed and confused and then goes back into the house ?
The possibilities are endless.