Sunday morning, waking up to absolute silence ... if you don't count the snoring of one very old, very sweet cat .. as I lay there just deciding if I want to go back to sleep or get up and face the day, Minette made the decision.
Sleeping at the foot of the bed, she walked up me, sniffed my face, made sure my eyes were open then she hopped down and stood at the bedroom door .. waiting ... no sign of life from me... back to the bed, hop up, stare at my face ... pat my cheek .. mama .... mamaaaa.
Okay okay ... I am up.
Little old Merlin looked up ... went back to sleep.
Half an hour later:
One cup of coffee enjoyed ... 2 cats full of breakfast and taking sun naps in the garden room.
I want to go back to bed ...
It is one of those sparkling days .. the air looks like it is effervescent .. you can smell how clean it is.
Farm country. One of the perks I guess.
I am no closer to selling my house or buying the one I want.
I am closer to depression and just saying to hell with it all and moving to Florida.
I have more friends in Florida than I do here and the appeal of not dealing with snow for half the year is strong.
We will see what happens with the Little House that I have my heart set on.
My realtor could give a ****.
She no longer calls, seems like she no longer tries and she certainly no longer speaks to me with the respect that most people deserve. Funny, for someone who works for commissions, you would think they would at least talk to the person they are working for with some respect .. some sort of cordiality.
The house I want to buy when this one sells ... is her listing so I can't get too exuberant in my telling her to get lost ~
So I am fighting off depression by looking at clothes online , deciding if I really want to live in Florida and what kind of shoes should I get for the summer.
I have many pairs of nice shoes from Buenos Aires, but sometimes a pair of shoes will cheer a girl up.
Plus what they wear in the streets of the city of Buenos Aires, is not always what they wear in Upstate New York .. land of farms , orchards and villages. . cows and sheep.
I want to hear about other people ... what do you do on Sundays ?
( did you see the race yesterday ? I did. I cried. There is something about a magnificent horse running as fast as it can, almost skimming the ground, flying ahead of a pack of horses who are trying their hardest to catch up ... breathtaking ...
I think I hear a kitty calling, tell me about your Sunday ~