Please forgive me for not writing as much as I have in the past. I feel it has been crazy lately. Sometimes I have emotions screaming at me, wanting to come out, or emotions that have spilled out unexpectedly and were needed. I am more emotional between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day. I will be glad when the holiday is over, but in the meantime, I will enjoy what goes on. This year is not my first year of spending the holidays alone. I will be seeing family for a little while on December 18, 2020. Still, my family’s visit will be short because of the coronavirus pandemic, with no meal preparation at the kitchen table this year. Right now, staying safe is in the cards. Magic kitty and I are hanging in there. I am not sure about my sanity right now, but I am not going even to think it is on the verge of insanity yet. I won’t go there; I’m sure of it.
So much has happened since September 28, 2020. Bing Crosby crossed the rainbow bridge; I saw a black five-month-old kitten at our local shelter I just had to meet on October 4 with the help of a good friend, and on October 6, 2020, I brought this black kitten home. My mother saw this black kitten in a picture and thought of the name Magic. That is my black kitten’s name today, and he is living up to his name, doing a magic trick every day of the week while being entertained or entertaining me. It has been three months since he has been here, and he will be seven months old on December 30, 2020. I do miss Bing very much, and my place wasn’t empty without fur too long either. My life, for seven days without Bing, was silent, quiet, and making me feel sad. Magic has brought happiness into my life; among other things a cat does. Because he is still young and learning, I have to say that he is a pretty good kitten. I do love him, and I am glad I have him. Need I say more? I know I have repeated myself, but I am sharing a part of my life that matters to me. I have not been here for a while, but the time is coming where I will be here more. I have to sit back, relax, and breathe better.
As I continue to get my thoughts in order, I am writing them down the best I can. It is not always any straightforward process. Sometimes I feel defeated. I have to be precise in a lot of things I write about for some reason. Sometimes the words take time to form, and when they do, it is a beautiful feeling. Otherwise, I feel defeated and disappointed.
Yesterday, my caregiver and friend DKF took the time to clean my apartment while I was at dialysis. I came home to a clean apartment. She took the time to get some serious cleaning time done because she had some time to make up for the week she was not here. She did a fantastic job, and I do not want to ruin it for her or myself. It feels like a home now. I believe I am on the road to happiness once again. I am going to keep my place clean for myself and DKF. She worked very hard for me. When a raise in pay comes forth, she is indeed getting a raise. I am utilizing the IRIS program, where a caregiver or a service rendered comes into your home and works for/with you. I have DKF five to six days a week. Sundays are my day of confined quarters with Magic, my iPad, Computer, books to read, and what else happens in my day at home. I do not want this place to become a place of disarray again.
Look at me here. I am ranting and raving like a lunatic. My mouth is not flapping, but it might as well be flapping, lol. It is time for me to continue with my day. I hope to write more later, but in the meantime, sit back and relax because it is Sunday.