My friend Jean's mother died early Friday morning. Her whole family was gathered, and she died in Jean's arms. I tremble with the beauty of it, and I feel the pain of their family. It is so hard to lose our mother. Prayers for Jean and her family today.
I am over to the East Bay to see Jane's new garden, and her newly created writing space, and to work. Steve and I have decided Mandu is now giving his approval for us to look for a new cat, so if you know anyone with new kittens, let me know. I am hoping to look on Fourth Street today, and we will go up to the Humane Society this week. It is time.
Great love and care to all, this beautiful August Sunday!!
Well, what to say. After a wonderful working time and lunch with Jane and Jim on the upward perch of their yard, Chris and I went to the Berkeley humane society. Tiger and Bella have joined our household. They were born on June 12th, and have now demolished our house. We were told they would be most comfortable in the smallest room of our home. Well, once let out of their cage, they have now explored every level of the whole of our house. Everything glass has been moved; plants are hidden and trimmed; lamps are tucked away; pillows are awry, and all afghans and my beloved quilt will soon be put away for a time. Bella and Tiger hop, swirl, and run. Energy is twirling in our house. We are encircled by whirlwinds. We are hoping they are just happy for some freedom, and will soon settle a slight bit more than they have. When finally one settles to rest, the other sets them both back into motion. They are quite the siblings. The sign said they shouldn't be separated. We thought they would comfort each other in calm. Instead they are explorers of old. America would have been "discovered" years earlier if they had been in charge. Every speck of our house is exposed. Each has pooped in a quite smelly way in their new kitty box. Their new kitty condo is well explored. All toys have bounced all over the floor, and the house looks like Katrina hit here. It seems we have chosen to leave serenity, and enter a livelier realm. The search for kittens is off. Bella and Tiger have moved in, and, hopefully, they will leave a small space for Steve and me. I see that we won't have a chance with grandchildren. We are wimps, and our two young friends now rule.
I come into this room and close the door, figuring Bella and Tiger have enough toys and entertainment in the front of the house, but, no, I hear their little squeaking voices. They are right outside. I let them in. Now, they climb onto the table, chairs - whoops, up my bare legs - I see that life is not going to be the same. I am wondering if they will go to sleep. They are kittens, after all, and they have had a full day. They were in a small cage. Now, they have run back and forth all over the house, and up and down each surface multiple times. They have consumed a can and a half of food, and each pooped twice, and I don't think I arrived home until almost six. It has been an exciting almost four hours. Bella is on Mandu's chair. Books are toppling, crashing to the floor. I see I will have to work fast to get anything done.0000 - these four O's are Bella's contribution to the blog.
May you sleep well. I thought two kittens would put each other to sleep, but, instead, they wake each other up. Hmmmm! What now to do? Sleep tight, All!
I am going to begin singing lullabies to my small, big-eyed friends. Night! Night!! Uh Oh! All is quiet. What are they up to now? I see them snooping about. There is not one unexplored spot in this house. Now, they are looking up at me. I think they want me to go to bed, so I will, and I'll hope we all sleep tight. Whoops! There went another afghan onto the floor! Ah! Breathe!!
I see nature in action and it is good. They asked us to keep these cats inside, in a small room. I see they need the whole house, and soon they will need the outdoors. We are all meant to explore.
On the drive home from Berkeley, Bella and Tiger hopped out of their box. I drove part of the way with them hopping all about, until finally, Bella settled herself on my lap. She does that again now. I think they are telling me it is time for bed. I hope so. Wouldn't it be lovely if we all had the same sleeping schedule? Last night, I could hear my mole friend out in the yard. Now, I'll have active friends inside. Why did we do this? I think we are insane, and maybe that is a good way to be. It seems right somehow in the light, and at night. Ah, I need to check out the moon. I'm sure it is serene, as life scampers under my feet.