My cats have fleas and are miserable. They also hate the sunroom, their exile from the basement during the flea bombing. They're curious about the dog, who is curious about them, and I'm tempted to introduce them but for my fear of a massacre.
The house is quiet and clean and well-stocked with food. The neighborhood is cozy and familiar and each morning buzzes with leaf blowers.
My ride to work is short and sweet, with no traffic. I know all the stop signs by heart.
My mother is present in a photo here and there, but her spirit has long moved out. It's Dad's house now and I'm happy to share it with him.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Sounds like you're settling in nicely.
Try putting brewers yeast in the cats food. Used to help with my cats.
Tag, you're it!
http://thanks-katrina.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html
Dear Adrienne -- I came across your blog through Floraine's...damn, have we been living parallel universes...I was also living in New Orleans until Katrina --lived on S. Alexander off of Canal. 8 feet of water..lost my two cats and moved to Baton Rouge with my now ex-partner (who I still live with...).
The past two years my Father died and then my best friend, a loveable dachshound named, Lucky died after a short illness...not to mention the 5 year relationship..he has a new bf who is here. We get along and I am designing a show for him at the House of Blues next month. Life is so fucking silly sometimes.
Oh yeah...I moved out of nyc 4 months after 9/11 -- I watched it all come down from a roof top from Brooklyn.
But, life goes on.
I have a blog as well,
http://xyltheaterproject.blogspot.com
Hope to hear back.
My email is rsavina@hotmail.com
also on facebook.
Sorry to hear they're trampling people at Walmarts on LI !
xxRobert
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