4 January 2025
It must be observed that notwithstanding the comfort and glory of cats sleeping on your bed while you read or work, they deter bed-making and generally being productive. Case in point.
Vera is my oldest cat and the clear alpha of the smattering of cats. I am already worried about losing her, although her last vet visit last year said she is fine.
7 December
Having merely perused the NYT front page this morning has sent me into deep depression and alarm. Trump is acting like he is a child playing War, either a board game or with his friends on the street. Since we were post WWII kids, that game was likely passed down from actual WWII kids. I don't know if neighborhood kids play this on the streets anymore, but then again I don't know if kids play on the streets anymore at all. We only have one family that has smaller children, as opposed to my growing up days when pretty much everyone had children.
8 December
Yesterday did not go well. Some of the things were the little annoyances on the order of not finding parking easily, but, you know those things add up. I had a conversation with a dear friend that devastated me emotionally. I felt as if I had been punched in the solar plexus and the wind knocked out of me, We have a mutual friend, to whom she had introduced me. They have been estranged for many months, but I thought there had been a warming up.
Having seen Friend 2 recently, I began updating Friend 1, F1 became very angry and vehement, and saying that she had decided to permanently excommunicate F2. The level of fury, rejection, and judgment was so intense, I was very nearly speechless. I had to get my mom to her dominoes game, so we hung up for the moment, intending to connect after my mom was settled. The intensity of disdain felt like hatred to me. She could have simply said that she didn't want me to speak to her about F2 again.
Admittedly, I have been really frustrated about F2 and have considered dropping her as a friend. But given her horrible childhood, I do cut her slack when I think her versions of how things happen are probably very much skewed. F2 has childhood PTSD, truly. Her parents
We will sail on the calm bones of the bee.
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