Friday, November 20, 2009

Finally the delivery we were waiting for arrived, and my wayward Cus contacted us with a very good reason why he hadn't...

Most people get sad from memories of people who have passed away or through their lives, which I do as well. But I also get depressed from my pets passing, and I do know that I am not alone on that one either. Even belongings from our two footed or even my four footed loves make me feel gloomy from seeing any of their property that they left behind. That sentence was odd, how on earth could they take any of it with them? Whew, strange saying that, that they left it behind like they only forgot it and may some time at a later date come back for it and pick it up!

The point I am trying to make is the fact that when I may have sounded rather cavalier about closing up the hole for Casey the cat’s litter box entrance, I really didn’t mean too.
Well, as of today the litter hole has been closed permanently with the matching solid cabinet door and you would never know it was ever there. That was the delivery we received, the final touch to the new reuse of that specific location. Seeing the hole made me feel sad daily, and I do hope now that it is no longer there that I will be able to heal better. Hubby had made a slide out drawer from some more of the cedar fencing and painted it white to co-ordinate with the rest of the decor, and all my craft material is now there; in its own place in baskets for use whenever I so desire; much better than spread hither and yon, all over the garage.

Cus called today he had emailed first stating that he would be. He had been away visiting his father, my mom’s brother, my uncle in Las Vegas where he has lived for years, but unfortunately at ninety-four he suddenly took a turn for the worse ( my cousin’s words, not mine), a wee bit senile and needing a cane, not driving anymore. I still think at his age that isn’t too bad! Well Cus decided to ask if he wanted to move to Florida, and unc said yes, and so Cus was busy taking care of that, finding a house for him in his gated community. And sure enough he found a 2000 square foot bargain that had no one living in it for over a year; he didn’t say if it was a foreclosure or anything but that he had to set if up for his Dad, who would be arriving the second week of December, and that his Vegas home would be put on the market right away. Sounds like he has everything under control, good for him!

A young man of thirty was found after four days lost in the Everglades, a thirty year old hunter named Jamey Mosch; he is tired, dehydrated and he remains in a local hospital for observation. Good news is hard to beat!

Good night to all and to all count your blessings and I will too!

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