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I'm trying to negotiate with myself as i feel like a failure as a friend for failing to attend a couple of events this weekend. I'm a homebody and i need the time at home to be. Not sure that there's anything i can do about this, but accept that i am ... who i am right now.
Noticeable progress was made against some of the chaos yesterday. The wedding dress, in its large box, sits by the door on top of a case of books i've meant to take to the city for one whole year. It's approaching one month in that configuration. One of these days i need to open the box, see the dress, remove any personal items and just take it to a Good Will like place. I've imagined making pillow cases and kimono-like bed jackets out of the fabric, since the variety of resale options have failed. The wedding dress is a hard thing to "de-cruft" but i'll get there soon. (Should i FreeCycle it? Or is there a better way to get it to a "good home"?)
Mr M, our sweet Romeow, is not as sweet as usual. He seems to have rash on his back which resembles a previous one diagnosed as an allergic reaction to fleas. Poor sweetie, i do understand. So, Christine has acquired flea stuff (although i worry as i have anecdotally heard of cats having terrible reactions), and we waited for Edward to come home last night. He ended up being escorted in after 10 pm by L, another person who has cared for Edward in his wild days. It was too late for Christine to want to fiddle with the flea meds, so i am talking Edward into staying in this morning. He periodically scratches, and i scratch, too. I don't think i have any fleas but the thought of itching is a pretty powerful trigger for me. Greycie Loo comes patrolling by, black and white police car, wanting to chase Edward out, but also chasing him away from the door. Edward sleeps on the hassock near me, periodically sitting up and vocalizing, then returning to rest and wait.
It occurs to me it's been ten years since Romeow started walking me home from the trolley stop in West Philly. We really don't know how old he was then. I thought he was fairly young, although a cat. Three?
Noticeable progress was made against some of the chaos yesterday. The wedding dress, in its large box, sits by the door on top of a case of books i've meant to take to the city for one whole year. It's approaching one month in that configuration. One of these days i need to open the box, see the dress, remove any personal items and just take it to a Good Will like place. I've imagined making pillow cases and kimono-like bed jackets out of the fabric, since the variety of resale options have failed. The wedding dress is a hard thing to "de-cruft" but i'll get there soon. (Should i FreeCycle it? Or is there a better way to get it to a "good home"?)
Mr M, our sweet Romeow, is not as sweet as usual. He seems to have rash on his back which resembles a previous one diagnosed as an allergic reaction to fleas. Poor sweetie, i do understand. So, Christine has acquired flea stuff (although i worry as i have anecdotally heard of cats having terrible reactions), and we waited for Edward to come home last night. He ended up being escorted in after 10 pm by L, another person who has cared for Edward in his wild days. It was too late for Christine to want to fiddle with the flea meds, so i am talking Edward into staying in this morning. He periodically scratches, and i scratch, too. I don't think i have any fleas but the thought of itching is a pretty powerful trigger for me. Greycie Loo comes patrolling by, black and white police car, wanting to chase Edward out, but also chasing him away from the door. Edward sleeps on the hassock near me, periodically sitting up and vocalizing, then returning to rest and wait.
It occurs to me it's been ten years since Romeow started walking me home from the trolley stop in West Philly. We really don't know how old he was then. I thought he was fairly young, although a cat. Three?
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