I left my job of 13 years
On Friday the 13th
at 13 o'clock - yes,
they use military time,
even though no one but me
was ever very apt
at making the necessary
calculations.

I'm freelancing.
I see myself -
an extravagant me
in a wild cape
and chain maille
lance in hand.
Dauntingly fearless.
Freelance. And fancy
free.

Recently I realized (because my lover has a cat and I'm over there a lot) that I've gotten over my cat allergies, so I adopted a kitty of my own and now I'm experiencing all the joys of kitty love. I made a scratching post a couple weeks ago and today I took some pictures to post on Craftster. This week Chris is in Florida so I have his cat Molly staying with me too, she's the tabby cat in the second picture. My cat Squeakers is the longhair gray and white kitty sitting on the couch.

Please follow this link to see them.

He can't smoke in the hotel room, so he took his pj's.
We had a quick drink at the airport bar, Billy's, then kissed
not so much like lovers, but like people in love. In love
it doesn't matter, the distance. Meaning, it will be hard
but we will do what we have to do, and take care
of each other by making it day after day on our own.

...until we can be together again....

He hooked up the web-cam thinking that while he's away
he'd spy on the cat periodically, but I'm taking her to my house
instead so I'll be the one he'll see. So during the next two weeks
I'll be stopping by to tidy up this and that and be brave,
sweet, and naughty, aching for him to come
home to me soon.

Last year I tried to devise my own pattern for making sweater mittens, becuase I couldn't find anything on the internet that had a decent thumb structure. I thought I'd look again, and this tutorial I came across is pretty good. I've been making mittens all morning.

Click here to see the demo.

Love,
Momo

Clean out the car
Eat a nutritious breakfast
Take the iguana down off the bird cage
Call Julie
Clear off the kitchen cabinet
Clear out the junk drawer
Make a place for all the tea, aluminum foil,Saran wrap, and wax paper
Clear the sink
Wash and put away the lunch containers
Sort out and put away clothes
Make a lunch bag
Pick up Sedra after school, with street clothes
Meet the Kowols
Make some tea
Read Fruits Basket
Watch fruits basket with Sedra
Dye my hair

It happened so fast, that final moment
I caught you and held you strong over
my shoulder like a mama cat, hurting
and helping, the heart unwinding
from the soul, leaving
scratches there.

Yesterday's skies were Russian Blue,
Angel, I saw you in them. 

Thank you for owning me,
for every moment, for your great
love. Thank you, Angel.
Thank you.
Meow.

 

I tried 5-HTP today. It gave me a burst of mellow
followed by the gotta-nap feeling, like food coma
but without the bingeing. It increases seratonin
and decreases appetite. Boo-yah! Did I say
"Boo-yah" in context? I don't think I've ever used
that term before. I'm sleepy. That's the downside.
It's got the same chemical in it as in cheese, or
turkey, that makes you feel like napping. I'll
get a good night's sleep tonight, for sure.

I got on the scale this morning. I'm down
about five pounds, which is a big surprise.
I thought I'd gained weight. I've been under
so much stress and haven't been adjusting
that well to my new routine. There have been
a couple late night KFC binges in the past
weeks, and ice cream, and it's Affy Tapple
season. I got on again and off again, moving
the scale around the bathroom floor and even
into another room because I couldn't believe it.
I wasn't even naked, and I'm retaining water
but according to that, I'm down under 180
finally. That's the goal I'd had in mind, because
according to the American Heart Association
anything over 180 and I'd be not just over-
weight, but obese. I'd throw in another
boo-yah if I were more confident
that I was using it right.

Is it time to say good-bye to summer? Today
I put my jeans on in I don't know how long,
like revisiting old acquaintences after such a
long time it's confusing, oddly familiar. They
fit just fine, but I have to suck in the big
muffin top. Either my period's about to start -
or not. I'm wearing a tight shirt today
just because today I'm not obese, and
my hair's punked up like in Manga. I wore
a tight shirt today because I still can.

Tomorrow's my little girls birthday. She's 8.
I'm going to get her a balloon before picking
her up after school. Take her out for dinner,
Build-A-Bear coupon in hand. Tomorrow
I'm bringing home a yellow parakeet in her
honor. She doesn't know this, it's a surprise.
She'll think her birthday stuff is done, then
I'll drag her out with me to the house where
they're giving it away. It's a freecycled bird.
Gabby. I'm so excited. Now it won't be so
quiet in the house on the days when I don't
work and my little one's in school. What
better fix for the empty nest.

I'm in and out of awakedness. I don't think
it's the 5-HTP, just the afternoon slump. I'm
trying to avoid caffeine, upping my green
tea intake and I plan to go on an apple cider
regime for a while to change my ph, see if it
helps. I'll just have to tough it out. Well - time
to go get that balloon.