Thursday Morning

It's a good thing a didn't force the issue with the cats last night (trying to get them inside the house), because that rain never did come.

Checking the weather forecast, it looks like the afternoons are ripe for storms these days, as the chances spike to over 50%. I'm not aching to get the cats in. At worst, a little afternoon cloudburst isn't so bad, I figure.

Post-Nap

I should write something. I've only done one diary entry today. I don't want to fall out of the habit. I don't want this new scribble blog to just represent another swing of the pendulum between being in a blurty mood and out of the blurty mood. I have gotten back into it enough that I am reminded of how much it meant to me in the 90s to have a spill blog. It was kind of sort of like having a friend to talk with. In order to maintain that feeling, you have to keep it up. It is not enough to write a brief note or two per day. The feeling is richer the more continuous and comprehensive you can your blurty writing, the more like an all-day thing, a constant companion.

Kay's coming over now. Groceries tomorrow. I have finished the list and only have to print it out.

I just took a quick shower. I could've gone without one today, but Pop went off on his rounds as I finished my lunch, and I needed a good wank.

I have been letting a lot of Hallway Dialogue type of stuff pass me by without writing anything on them. They are random, like senseless dreams that I would not bother with either, but I have been thinking that maybe I should not let them go. They are rather intimate glimpses into my deepest psyche, which is probably the bigger reason why I have been letting them pass me by. It is some raw stuff. Yet, maybe that is why I should consider them worth capturing in my sentences and paragraphs.

Storm

Ooh, the dark clouds are really rolling in now. --

And with that opening sentence came the thunder. I went to check the patio. Only Sammy was there, and his initial reluctance to come in was overcome by the first raindrops. The hardship is that Coco and Ash are not likely to leave from wherever they are until the weather settles for a while. This promises to be a good storm, maybe a two-hour affair, and Kay and Pop are bound to settle in the kitchen in due time, which will scare the cats from coming inside.

We do need the rain though, and after all these years, I am confident that the cats will manage on their own. It's just that I want them to be cozy in the comforts of home during this rough weather.

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1820

Ash may be braced for the plate trap, but not Coco. I am able to scoop up the calico, while Ash runs away.

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1845

Kay has kept the TV on the news channel. That's new. It has made going into the kitchen easier for me, checking on the cats for instance. Now there's something for me to watch and pay attention to, instead of having to suffer through a Law & Order type of show, or some sort of police drama.

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2040

I am playing hard with Ash. She hasn't had water available either. Tomorrow the chances for rain are as good as they were today, and we know what happened today. I got two in, and I want to complete the set by getting Ash in as well. But she is playing hard herself. Why?? Do we beat her or make fun of her? There is nothing but love in here - love and plenty of food and water.

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2200

It looks like Ash has moved on to Plan B and has left our yard altogether, going bug-hunting, I suppose.

At this point, I am more worried about Coco and Sammy acting out, yowling throughout the night, wanting to be outside themselves. I don't know if I have the patience.

Pork Chops

Pop is feeling a little aggrieved, and he asked Kay,"Did you give me two pork chops? I was wondering why I am having trouble cutting it. Only one at a time." He needs more room on his plate. I was tempted to ask for a pork chop myself. Pop knows how to cook them. I wouldn't mind getting that extra variety to my menu. It was always a treat for me when mother made them. I tried once to make them myself, in the first years after her death, but I must be missing a key step or two. I guess you don't just drop it in the frying pan like a steak.