Return to The Piece (and Other Weekend Foibles ...)

[dawn_felagund]

At this moment, I am sitting in my parents' temporary living room with a dog at my feet (Alex) and a cat on the back of my chair (Jack). This is progress! Jack and Alex have been reluctant friends; each meeting sees them inching closer and closer to each other (and Jack hissing less and less). This weekend, they got within 2 feet (!!) and, at the

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[frenchpony]

It's nice to hear your story about The Piece. Wrapping up and making peace (ba-dum-dum) with The Piece seems like it was a good thing to happen in your life.

[dawn_felagund]

I made peace with The Piece (*snicker*) before the rest of my family ... but then, I was the first to leave, and things look different with even a little bit of distance versus being embroiled in it for forty hours (or more) a week. But I'll admit that it was a bit tedious/upsetting to see how angry (dare I suggest hurt?) my parents remained years after the dust had settled. Now, everyone seems to be forgiven and all is well again, which is good. Having enemies is simply too tiresome for me.

[dawn_felagund]

Your icon looks like Alex right now ... he had a bath tonight, and now he's sound asleep next to Bobby on the couch!

Alex wants to be friends with everyone, so I think he'll like the eventual kitten (who won't be so set in his ways as Jack, who's used to being King of the House!) My parents are convinced that the next time Alex is staying with them for a weekend while Bobby and I travel that Jack and Alex will become buddies. I hope!