In The Process

Saturday, April 06, 2019

Never Been Kissed and Tomorrow Still Comes

It's tempting to think when something hasn't happened yet and it isn't happening now, this means that it won't ever happen. But tomorrow hasn't happened yet and it is still coming.

Perhaps it is because I was a math major and I'm trained to look for patterns that support a particular conclusion, proof for the theorem, using axioms, definitions, corollaries, lemmas to arrive at the ultimate destination, that I think I can know what the evidence is leading towards. QED.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Never Been Kissed and the Sunset is Still Beautiful

The sunset was really pretty over the Santa Cruz mountains the other night. The sky above me was deepening into a darker blue and then just over the mountains it switched to a soft and yet still striking orange. In the narrow light blue area between the contrasting colors, there was a thin sliver slice of the moon, the top of it touching the darker blue and the bottom sneaking into the orange. It was just so lovely. Unfortunately, I didn't have my phone with me so no photo, memory will have to do.

Friday, May 27, 2016

I never wanted to be a cat lady (part 2)

Dove and Oliver were undoubtedly cute in those kitten days, to be sure, but they were also monster nightmares for me. They constantly were getting into things they shouldn't. Things were broken or damaged in ways that I had never anticipated. Glass vases, plates, britta filter pitcher, wires, plants, and many more. I frequently was angry at them and then almost immediately also feeling guilty about that anger.

There is something else I should explain. Not too long before getting my kitties, our family dog, Tucker, passed away from some nasty cancer. He was young and it felt like he was unjustly stolen from us. His loss of life was felt quite deeply by us. And for me, I picked him out from the puppies. I lived at home with him for the first four years. He was incredibly sweet and uplifting dog. He always made you feel happier. He had a smiling face. I was grieving over his death when I got my kitties. In some part of my mind, the most wise, safest approach was to not love or have affection for my cats. Then if something bad happened to them, it would be not great loss to me. No great pain to my heart. Seemed like a very good plan at the time.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Wild flowers are lovely and colorful :)

Not sure I will get too much of seeing flowers.

Saturday, February 27, 2016

I never wanted to be a cat lady (part 1)

And yet, I guess that's what I have become. But hopefully, it has deeper meaning that it sounds.

I adopted my cats when they were 10 weeks old from a lady who rescued feral cats in Orange County on Halloween in 2010. I thought at the time I was ready for the 'small' increase in responsibility they would bring. I thought it would be nice to have the extra company around. I thought getting two would mean they would need me less because they would have each other. I thought it would be lovely to something/one to cuddle with on the colder days. Oh, I had so many optimistic (and naive) thoughts.

Dove and Oliver. Both their names symbolize peace, a dove and an olive branch. Seemed like a good start. Both kitties were also very friendly. Dove seemed to have no fear and Oliver, while more cautious was also engaging. And so they became mine.

I have a video of when they first stepped out the carrier and into my home. It's pretty cute, though I do notice now that Oliver went straight to scratching the side of the couch. I've the next couple of days, they were typical springing little kitties, bouncing all over the apartment. I remember coming home for lunch to check on them and I think I laid down for a nap. Both kitties found a way to curl up on me. Then they started their motor purring. I think it was the first time I heard them purr. I couldn't decide if it was annoying or comforting. Hey, it was loud and I was trying to nap!