“Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.”

Spitting rain is what my mother called it, but it doesn’t matter what you call it. The day is dismal regardless. It is warm, in the mid 40’s, but the rain makes the day feel chilly, like spring on Cape Cod. Henry was wet when he came back inside the house. I could see the mist when I got the papers.

I am going to the dump. I called, and it is open for trash only. All the recycle areas are closed. Everything goes into the same bin. I put some boxes in the car earlier and have at least two more trips to the car with more boxes and 2 bags of trash.

I’ve been rearranging. I moved a few things from one room to another and from one table to a different table. I think I’m just doing busy work.

I’ve been going through my cookbooks. I know I can find what I want on line, but I like the pictures and the backstories in the books. I have some yeast so I might try my hand at bread. I have chicken, lots of chicken. I have plenty of ground beef. My larder is full of food but missing treats so maybe I’ll make brownies. Chocolate salves a fretful soul.

HUZZAH!!!! Last night I was passing through the living room, and lo and behold, I saw Gwen sleeping on the throw on the living room chair. That was an amazing moment. Gwen is getting comfortable enough to move around down here although I do wish she’d stop hissing at Henry. I chose not to spook her and just kept walking.

Life has a monotony now. When I could go out, I often didn’t. I waited until I had a list. Now, I just want out for the sake of leaving the house. Henry and the cats see no difference. The cats sleep upstairs a lot while Henry stays here and drives me crazy. He jumps on and off the couch then runs up and down the hall. He goes out then turns around and stares through the door hoping I’ll go let him in. I don’t anymore. He’s got it.

Explore posts in the same categories: Musings

6 Comments on ““Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.””

  1. Birgit's avatar Birgit Says:

    Today was different! First snow flakes after a snowless winter and our daylight saving time started. Okay, that’s not much difference but in times when it’s difficult to remember which day of the week it is this is better than nothing πŸ™‚
    I sewed a face mask for my next grocery shopping adventure. It looks really ugly, maybe I’ll try to sew another one. I don’t need food yet.
    Good Gwen!

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Today stayed ugly. I didn’t go to the dump in the rain, but I did put the trash in the car until Wednesday when the dump reopens.

      I have had my groceries delivered. I am happy to be home and comfortable.

  2. Hedley's avatar Hedley Says:

    Hope this link works Kat, the most beautiful version of Lennie’s Hallelujah

  3. Caryn's avatar Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Yay, Gwen! Finding her courage at last.
    The hissing will stop. Eventually. Just as soon as Henry communicates to her satisfaction that he respects her authority. πŸ™‚

    Today started out with mizzle, progressed to drizzle then rain. Finally it just all out thundered and lightninged in an unexpected and weird sort of way.

    My dogs are doing isolation the Henry Way. Sleep a lot usually as close to me as possible. Bug me for food or outs. Maybe bug me to play fetch. Well, only Piki Dog actually fetches. Rocky chases the object then lies down to shred it. I don’t try to train him differently as it relieves me from having to toss it again. πŸ˜€

    Stay well and enjoy the day.

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Finally, it has only taken a year. I am being patient as Maddie, who also came from a shelter, took nearly two years and never came down if I had company. After Fern died, Maddie would spend evenings downstairs. A friend saw her and thought I’d gotten a new cat.

      It poured last night. but I loved the sound on the roof. Today is damp, overcast and a bit chilly.

      Henry barks at any sound from the street. The other day I opened the front door for him, but he barked and barked at nothing. Henry and I survive. Jack is enjoying his life. Gwen too is liking life just a bit more slowly than Jack.

      Have a great day!


Comments are closed.