(no subject)
Okay, so a lot is going on that I don't really have time to relate right now. The move has been pushed back again, following my gut and my favorite fortune cookie fortune "A delay is better than a disaster." I could feasibly move by the first of November (after draining my savings to keep Kemper's truck working......this is to avoid being his chauffeur) but it would take every last ounce of money that I have. If I wiat until the first of the year I will have a little extra savings, and won't be so broke. Plus, I'm superstitious, and I need a change, but perhaps waiting until the start of a new year is a better idea. I just have to find a place to store my bed, because my superstitious nature also does not want to sleep in it until i am in a new place, and I don't really want Kemper to sleep in it, as that might kill my mojo. So, instead I shall follow P's lead and write of the ten books on my shelf that no one else I know has.
1) Eloise in Moscow--the original first edition of one of the books about my rotten namesake. When they re-released all of the books, this is the one that did not get reprinted, as it is horribly offensive in a modern context, as the little rich NYC girl goes to Russia in the fifties. I love it.
2)The Enchantress of Florence--Salman Rushdie's newest book, which is signed and personalized to me. A good book, and I think I am the only one I know who has it, and certainly the only one who has t signed.
3)La Vita Che Stress--The Italian version of the Calvin and Hobbes book "The Days are Just Packed" and I owned it well before I worked in Italian restaurants too! But my Roman friend tells me not all of the translations are correct.
Sooooo, that was the post I had started when I got a call from neighbor saying that he had just found my kitty cat's "earthly remains." Yes, my cat was attacked and killed, hopefully by a raccoon (the only other option is a human, which is very far-fetched, but the big gaping wound that killed him looked a little cleanr than a animal would have made). Yes, that means that both of the cats that I so lovingly hauled across country (one of them twice) through every goddamn obstacle and losing my nice car, and restarting my life, and having my old life follow me, are now gone. Both of my cats, dead within six months of each other. This is the first time that I have been without cats in five years. (Pause while I realize that it is almost five years to the day that I got my kitties the first time that Frankie died.)
I haver nothing to say about this that I have not already said. Nothing. I am heart-broken, for some reason yet again fate has decided to shit on me. I need to move as soon as possible, It's that much harder living in this house now. That was only the second night that that cat ever spent outside. He always came in, but for some reason he refused that night, and I had been looking outside for him when i got the call. Somehow inside I knew. My instincts have been much better lately, but I was really hoping that I was wrong about this one.
I wasn't.
Anybody have any ideas of things I could do to feel better?
1) Eloise in Moscow--the original first edition of one of the books about my rotten namesake. When they re-released all of the books, this is the one that did not get reprinted, as it is horribly offensive in a modern context, as the little rich NYC girl goes to Russia in the fifties. I love it.
2)The Enchantress of Florence--Salman Rushdie's newest book, which is signed and personalized to me. A good book, and I think I am the only one I know who has it, and certainly the only one who has t signed.
3)La Vita Che Stress--The Italian version of the Calvin and Hobbes book "The Days are Just Packed" and I owned it well before I worked in Italian restaurants too! But my Roman friend tells me not all of the translations are correct.
Sooooo, that was the post I had started when I got a call from neighbor saying that he had just found my kitty cat's "earthly remains." Yes, my cat was attacked and killed, hopefully by a raccoon (the only other option is a human, which is very far-fetched, but the big gaping wound that killed him looked a little cleanr than a animal would have made). Yes, that means that both of the cats that I so lovingly hauled across country (one of them twice) through every goddamn obstacle and losing my nice car, and restarting my life, and having my old life follow me, are now gone. Both of my cats, dead within six months of each other. This is the first time that I have been without cats in five years. (Pause while I realize that it is almost five years to the day that I got my kitties the first time that Frankie died.)
I haver nothing to say about this that I have not already said. Nothing. I am heart-broken, for some reason yet again fate has decided to shit on me. I need to move as soon as possible, It's that much harder living in this house now. That was only the second night that that cat ever spent outside. He always came in, but for some reason he refused that night, and I had been looking outside for him when i got the call. Somehow inside I knew. My instincts have been much better lately, but I was really hoping that I was wrong about this one.
I wasn't.
Anybody have any ideas of things I could do to feel better?