Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I won’t bore you with the details of preparations for the road, mostly. Suffice to say it’s coming along gradually without tipping its hat to any deadlines and schedules I might attempt to impose. I came to realize a few days ago I don’t have any alligators gnawing on my pantsleg to hurryhurryhurry, anyway.
So I’ll get on the road more-or-less soon, but not quite so soon as I’d told myself I will. Which is okay by the cats and the Coincidence Coordinators as nearly as I can discern.
Shiva the Cow Cat opted out of the future with the other cats and me. Refused to be cajoled into getting laid back about the RV, willingly adapt to it and think of it as a source of pleasurable quality time. I finally decided I wouldn’t insist.
Jeanne’s son, Michael, drove down from Kansas and spent a couple of days I wouldn’t have missed for anything I can think of, then departed with Shiva. Took her back to reside with Jeanne.
Second night he was here we were sitting outdoors talking and he pointed north. “What the hell is that?”
We watched and gasped and wondered while a UFO performed impossibilities in the sky for a while. Nice gift the Coincidence Coordinators provided to top off his visit. Something to remember alongside Shiva’s departure.
Damn I’m going to miss that cat. What the hell.
Otherwise, what the hell on everything else that needs it to balance things out, also.