Chaper 9

Good Morning,

It’s Sunday again, though you couldn’t prove it to me.  I’ve been a day ahead all week.  I’m very thankful that the clock my mother gave us as a Christmas gift is linked to a satellite, with the day, date and time (in AM or PM).  Even with that technology, I can get my days and nights confused.  I woke up early for me this morning, waiting for a call back about scheduling yet another procedure.  I got up, had a cup of coffee and ate breakfast before I realized it was Sunday.  Oh, well, it keeps life exciting. 

I need to be resting today and tomorrow (Monday), tee hee.  Someone is coming Tuesday to help me go through things and throw away a bunch of stuff.  My mom was born during the Great Depression.  So, she was raised not to waste anything.  “Don’t throw anything away, we might need it later.”  They were not hoarders like we see today, but they used everything until it was long (very long, actually) past the point of being worn out.  Mom raised us the same way—except we also keep things for sentimental reasons, along with buying as much as possible when things we like to eat and use are on sale and can be stored, which is why we have just recently whittled our tuna stash down to 15 cans and still have the equivalent of a small flea market in our garage.  One of my most prized possessions is a box of shot glasses that belonged to my Grandmother.  This was started when her doctor told her to drink a shot glass of wine every night at bedtime. Being non-drinkers (Grandma and me) I thought the collection was great.  Grandma and the family never knew she had diabetes until they read it on her death certificate.  Red wine can cause blood sugars to run a little lower than they should be at times.  So, one has to be careful of drinking too much of the stuff, as it can cause your blood sugar to bottom out, but a little red wine can help control high blood sugar levels.

We bought this house with good intentions, just not a lot of brains.  We had to have a fenced yard and three bedrooms.  Two bathrooms would be nice, but one would do.  We moved Mom and her cat, Miss Sassy, in first.  On her first night here, the police came!!!  Oh yes, Mama is a party animal, LOL  The neighbors called the police complaining about someone messing around in our back yard.  So we moved in the next day.

I didn’t know cats could fly.  Apparently, a cat that wasn’t raised with dogs can fly clear across the living room, LOL.  Miss Sassy has been very contently sequestered in Mama’s bedroom since.  Now that we’ve been here eight years, she occasionally comes out, but only for a few moments.  Mama started feeding a beautiful calico (Miss Callie or Mama Kitty depending on my memory).  Wouldn’t you know it—she was pregnant!  So now we have four cats in the house, and Miss Sassy is not happy.  Miss Sassy and the two boys from Mama Kitty are all yellow-brownish and white.  I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw a whole herd of yellow white cats running through the hall to the living room into the kitchen and back through the hallway again.  Something just didn’t seem quite right (my brain and eyes were trying to figure out what was wrong with this picture).  Then it clicked that the boys weren’t chasing each other, but how did that stray cat get in the house?  Then the click turned on the light bulb in my brain.  “That’s Miss Sassy being chased by the boys!!!!”  I knocked on Mama’s door and asked her where Miss Sassy was, she replied with a sleepy “I don’t know.”  Mama came and got her severely ticked off kitty and took her to safety.  There’s always some animal drama going on around here.

Well, it looks like I can’t stick to one subject—can I?  LOL giggles.  Take care ‘til next time!

CYA,

Arlynda