1/5/2004

It’s so nice to be home. I didn’t go to work today. I couldn’t wake up enough to get ready. I wandered into the bathroom and tried but felt so sleepy I felt ill. So I e-mailed work and went back to bed. I woke up at 9am to Sophie howling. *sigh* Sophie has gone into heat. Lovely, eh? Everything would have been fine if we could have kept the appointment we had for Friday. People can’t help when they die, but y’know, it’s frustrating. We heard the howling last night and thought “Oh, shit”. Sure enough this morning all she wants to do is sit and stare longingly out the window.

I got an e-mail from my dad this morning. He says he’s not doing well, his new wife, the woman he just married wants a divorce. *bangs head on desk* I can’t believe he’s SURPRISED by this! The lifestyle my dad is living right now isn’t condusive to marriage. He can’t do what a woman needs, he’s never around, he’s running around all the time with shady people buying and selling shit, building and selling shit computers. He’s not the kind of man any woman is going to want right now, he’s never home, he can’t provide, he won’t help out around the house, he’s mentally broken. When my father got out of drug treatment years ago his Psychologist told him not to marry for an entire yeah, he needed time to find himself again. Well, within 6 months he married my ex-stepmom, after he divorced her he married the woman he was cheating on her with because he was terrified of being alone. When I talked to him on Sunday he said he was going to get a dog. I told him that was an excellant idea. The last thing he needs is to run out and get married again to say, the new woman he’s running around with. He envies me because I’ve found happiness, he keeps telling me he wishes he could find it. *sigh* I wish I had the balls to tell him I think what he really needs is some serious psychotherapy. *grins* With his fathers death on top of all the other stresses in his life he’s in really bad shape. He looked like hell.

I think we’re going to start staying with my grandmother when we go to Oklahoma. I feel so bad for her. She’s so lonely. Her house is really big. They bought a nice three bedroom with a living room, den, dining room, 2-car garage. It’s nice, but now she’s all alone with it and the kids are getting close to college and stuff. You can tell she’s just devastated. I can’t do much to help with the lonliness short of calling and visiting when we can. We’ll probably try to go back in May. The oldest of my three younger cousins is graduating high school. We’ve always been pretty close.

Sophie is doing better with the kittens, we’ve been able to leave her and them all out together since we’ve been home. That and Vicki is doing better, she’s getting a little braver. It’s slow going though, she followed me downstairs this morning though. The guy that babysat Sara is giving us some training tips. We’ve got a few problem behaviors that we haven’t figure out how to fix. Well, he knows. 🙂 Hopefully we’ll be able to turn Sara into a little angel now. I’d kind of given up, I don’t understand dogs on the same level I understand cats. I’m a cat person, I can train cats like there’s no tomorrow, but dogs are a totally different thing. Help with Sara is very welcome. By the next time we get a dog we’ll be just as good with them as cats. 🙂 It’s kind of funny, you can see a big difference between the cats we’ve raised and the cats we’ve taken in from other people. The cats we’ve raised listen.

Heh, our neighbors have nicknamed our big rooster “Satan”, apparently he will attack strangers that try to come into the coop. We didn’t know this, we’re not strangers so he doesn’t attack us. He tried to attack hubby once, but hubby bopped him and he hasn’t done it again. He’s a good rooster though, very protective of his ladies.

Hmm, I can’t think if there’s anything else to write about. So I’m going to stop for now. 🙂

Later