April is a Damn Fool or Why I love my Cat

I’m becoming … I don’t know what you call it. I remember the days when I could party 3 days in a row. Those days? Far behind me. And the partying isn’t necessarily ‘hardcore’. It just involves copious amounts of alcohol.

I woke up this morning with 4 empty wine bottles. That’s a lot. However, I’m sure I drank 2 of those. I remember at 2am playing Bohnanza thinking.. this is going to hurt tomorrow. And it does. Never again. That’s what I said last time, but I promise. I can’t do it anymore. My body doesn’t like it & neither do I.

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My Grandmother is moving into a ‘home’. I’m spending every weekend for a few hours helping my Aunt clean her place. Cleaning meaning junking stuff. It’s sad to see someones stuff no longer theirs but just a box going to somebody else or a thrift store. I am unsure how to feel about it all. At first I was totally emotional & crying. Because I don’t what she’s feeling inside (she can’t speak english anymore) and because her neurological disorder doesn’t allow her to properly communicate even in Croatian.

It’s hard. It’s also created a family rift that spawned. And I’m not sure it’s going to blow over this time. But I hope it does.

We can’t choose our parents, but man I thought it would be easier at age 30 to get along with them. It’s not. It feels harder .. it’s draining and exhausting.

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I’m currently house and pet sitting. The dogs like to remind me that they hate me and miss their owners by pissing in every corner that closely resembles a ‘tower’. I am unhappy about this, but I cannot make them stop pissing. Oh, there was also a poop as well, nicely left on the carpet.

Also, I love my cat. She doesn’t piss everywhere or yell at me.  I feed her, she’s satiated. I pet her, she’s satiated. I play with her, she’s satiated.

HUMANS ARE NEVER SATIATED.

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