Dramatic Changes

I can't believe it's been a year and a half since I last posted on here. What a lot has happened in that time.

No, I haven't gone back to glassworking (lampwork made with a propane torch), or done much with my other arts, but I am thinking more about art and trying to get my house in shape to be able to work on jewelry more and get my brain back in painting mode.

My brain has also been cogitating on the idea of writing some sort of fiction piece based on some of the crazy things that have happened in my life. Maybe it has more to do with the fact I am now 61 and thinking more about past accomplishments (few and far between), and interesting things that have happened. I think my granddaughters and soon to arrive grandson might enjoy reading some of the things that have occurred, without naming names.

My beautiful boy, Baby.

My 17 year-old kitty Baby had his nose put out of joint a couple months back when I added an adorable little silky beauty, named Sally, to our lives. Baby was so put out by her being in his house he pretty much refused to come back indoors. This really suited him fine since summer was his favorite time of year. Back when I first moved into my home I wrote a bit about the "fun" of moving with cats, including his refusal to stay indoors, in spite of the fact he was an indoor cat. Over the past few years he had determined he liked the outdoors far more than he liked being a "house cat."

The sweet silky  little girl, Sally.

Nearly four days ago (now) he vanished. With him being 17, I knew he was not going to be around much longer, but I had hoped he would be kind enough to let me know when he was departing. His vanishing precipitated my ex-son-in-law coming over and shining a very bright light into all the spaces under my house. He was nowhere to be found. Not knowing is the worst thing imaginable, although I would not have liked to find his body, I would just rather know what happened. We have many wild animals nearby including bald eagles, coyotes and raccoons.

Take good care of our momma!

He never wandered far from home. The biggest distance I had seen him go was about 1/2 block well after dark, I was sitting at my daughter's house chatting with her in the car, and he came looking to see what was holding up his dinner. He was the best boyfriend I ever had, and I have grieved him for several days. Today I find I am at peace with whatever the outcome will be. If he has gone off somewhere and died I know what joy he brought into my life and how loved and spoiled he was. If he has wandered away, and decides to return, I will of course welcome him with much love and more spoiling. I know he hated Sally being in his space, but he had also come to accept her as a part of our lives. He knew he had not left me alone, but with a new little love who will take care of me for him.