Totally how I feel today.
Saturday Caturday ~ on Sunday, the first time in a long time
I got home from Tennessee on Friday just before 1 am. I saw Radar in the front window & something told me that he’d been in that window waiting for me since late Tuesday afternoon, when he’d realized that I wasn’t going to be coming home in an hour or two ~ like I usually do. When I walked in the door & called out, “KITTIES, I’M HOME!”, he jumped off the back of the couch & ran to me, meowing loudly. I picked him up & hugged & kissed him. Chloe was second in line for homecoming loving & then Bobby wanted his share of hugs & kisses.
Except for cleaning the cat boxes ~ one of them was loaned to me by my ex-husband, who came by twice to clean them out ~ not that they looked like it ~ I didn’t do anything on Friday, except watch the Buffalo Sabres beat the Boston Bruins. WHICH WAS EXCELLENT.
The cats slept with me Friday night & all day Saturday ~ I had a migraine on Saturday, which lasted until around 10 a.m. this morning.
Of course, they took up most of the bed but I didn’t care.
I had a decent trip. It was great seeing my son & my granddaughter & my daughter-in-law. My granddaughter is in preschool now & my daughter in law says that the teacher says that she’s the smartest kid in the class. She can count to 20 in English & to 10 in Spanish & knows all the colors in both languages.
My son & my granddaughter.
I also saw my youngest sister & her husband & her youngest son, who looks like a young Errol Flynn ~ he even has that thin mustache Errol sported. I also saw my sister-in-law, recovering from cancer treatments, but my brother was working & I never saw him. Maybe next time. My sister-in-law is a great artist. Check out her work here ~~~~> https://www.saatchiart.com/shaunmariemac?srsltid=AfmBOoqSt3hzZPEaSwza5-_at8HBSVcXB-6FwnQ7bkmRpLskeVN9gXAm
I have one of Shaun’s early paintings, done maybe 30 years ago. It hangs over my desk with all the other pictures & some of my collage work ~ since I’m no great artist ~ cut & paste is all I can do.
But I’ll be honest with you ~ the best thing about this trip to TN was COMING HOME.
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 29
La Fin Du Monde is one of my favorite beers, by the Canadian brewery Unibroue. I realize that I have misspelled the name of the beer in the title of the poem. I must have had too much to drink LOL
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 28
first day in Tennessee. I’m exhausted. I had the bumpiest flight down here I’ve ever had.
Saw family, including my son, my DIL & my granddaughter. Lovely to see everyone but I’m already homesick. I hate to admit it but it’s true. I’m an old homebody.
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 27
This is another poem about Billy. I remember when we had this conversation. It was one of the last times I ever hunted with him. Long after I moved out of his house, I was still his hunting “buddy” & I still fished the creeks & streams & ponds with him. I was just very careful & very aware of everything he said & how much he was drinking & I always made sure I had a “ticket to ride” ~ a way to escape, if I needed it.
But that’s no way to live ~ as much I as loved hunting & fishing, I had to give it up ~ I did search for other people with whom I could enjoy these sports but I never could find anyone. I’m sure if I had been a man, it wouldn’t have been difficult. & if I could have driven my own vehicle. But whatever. Now age & arthritis is a factor & I’m finding other things to do that don’t tax my body.
I remember being hot, too. I miss that girl. I really miss her. But everything changes.
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 26
another nonsense poem. I wrote more of these than I remember LOL. A whole folder of them.
I love this poem
“lost girl wandering” ~ that’s so me. I grew up hearing about “lost boys” but nobody ever talked about “lost girls”. I think I’ve been lost my whole life.
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 25
when I was at the University of New York at Buffalo (UB), majoring in English, I took a master’s class in Marianne Moore & Mina Loy, taught by Cristanne Miller. This is a poem I wrote in response to a paper written by one of the class members ~ I can’t remember the name of the student ~ I have the paper somewhere but I’m not feeling well enough today to search for it ~ I’m on the second day of a migraine & if I wasn’t dedication to posting a poem everyday for National Poetry Month, I don’t think I would have dragged myself out of bed. It’s kind of a silly poem ~ I admit that. But I was trying to write in Marianne Moore’s style ~ which isn’t my style at all. I’m really more Mina Loy. Actually I’m more of a confessional poet ~ a style which seems to be out of fashion in today’s repressed era. But whatever. I am who I am ~ whatever I am. Right now I’m a poet with a migraine.
Saturday Caturday
Kitty cats all comfy cozy on the study couch. Doing what they do best ~ napping.
crazy cat lady’s poem for april 24
Yesterday it got up to 72 degrees here in my neighborhood ~ today it’s only 54 & there’s a cold wind out of the northeast ~ Chloe wants her window open but it’s cold. Yesterday I had all the windows open & I mowed the front lawn & put out the garden ornaments that used to be my mother’s ~ stars & stripes pinwheels ~ which are spinning in today’s wind ~ & purple & green butterflies ~ they look nice in my new & improved garden which was totally redone on Monday ~ all the old shrubs pulled out & new flowering bushes put in & annuals in pinks & purples & white ~ the only thing that were kept were my tulips. I plan to plant pansies when the weather warms up for good. Which isn’t happening ~ not yet. Around the great lakes, you get a few days of 70s & then it goes down into the 50s & even the 40s. We won’t have a stretch of 70s until the end of May or into June.
Which is why I posted “haiku that complains about the weather” on crazy cat lady poems ~ after a nice warm day, nobody wants a damp chilly day like today. Nobody. The one nice thing is that it’ll be quiet tonight. It’s starting to rain & that’ll keep the muscle cars & the crotch rockets & the Harleys off the street. I like quiet.
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