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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
I AM DONE PAINTING
I. Am. Done.
That nasty awful bedroom is painted. And you know what? Now it looks like a 1963 hospital room, with that kind of sea-green color on the ceiling. And you know what else? I don't care. I won't live here forever, it's better than the dark wood, and above all, if I cared, I would have to repaint it which I am not going to do. Nuh-uh.
Besides, it will look better when we nail the trim back up tomorrow. And tomorrow night I am sleeping IN MY OWN BED darnit. With my husband. And maybe Mary will curl up by my feet like she usually does; that sounds nice.
After a lot of discussion with T and the kids, and after scouring the neighborhood, knocking on doors, handing out flyers, putting up posters, etc., we've decided to go to the SPCA tomorrow and adopt another kitty. Not just for us and the kids (although that's a big part of it) but we're hoping that a feline companion will help Mary get back to normal. (I really REALLY hope we're not bringing Mary a feline enemy, because that is ALL she needs right now). Her temperament is just so changed with Molly gone, and she seems to be looking for her sometimes. This feels a little soon to me -- like this will be a designated Rebound Cat, and we shouldn't be getting into a serious relationship at this point, know what I mean? Maybe we should name this cat Bob. Bob was the only bona-fide rebound relationship I ever had -- lasted a couple of weeks, about two weeks after my first and most serious high school boyfriend broke up with me after we'd been "going together" for almost two years. We held hands and walked around in the pasture on the ranch where I lived; we drove to the city just to get Oreos; he proposed to me. Did I mention he was 19 and I was 16? Yeah. A little soon in a lot of ways, there. At least I had the presence of mind to tell him no, right? Bob's mom had just died and he was on his way to Texas to go to seminary, so his whole life was kind of out of whack at that point, I think. Poor guy.
Anyway. I'm sure the new kitty will not turn out to be a mistake. Even though this will probably mean the return of THE LITTER BOX AUGH for a week or so while we get him/her adjusted to the idea that this is home.
Did I mention I'm done painting? I AM DONE PAINTING.
