What a beautiful morning today! (And, no, I’m not going to say: why can’t this be Friday?? But, you know — why can’t this be Friday??)
Anyway. Enough complaining about Friday’s upcoming weather…
Today is lovely. And I’m working with 2 clients today, so it will at least be a nice day for driving around.
And assuming that my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client has his dentures again (!!), we will be having sashimi once more, at:
He’s going to be very excited. All last week, he would ask:
HE: “When are we going back for sashimi?”
ME: “As soon as you have teeth.”
So, here’s hoping all went well at the dentist yesterday.
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Well, last night, was interesting!
It was after 8pm, I was already in bed, lights out, watching a movie, when I got a text from the guy down the road who takes care of my cats when I’m away.
TEXT: I’ll be there in a few minutes!
ME (to myself): Oh shit!
MY TEXT: Please forgive my appearance!
I had been expecting him to come over around 4 o’clock yesterday afternoon, so I had long since given up on him. But I need to show him the setup with the kittens and introduce him to Little Blackie before Friday.
So out of bed I got. Over my summer nightgown, I put on my worn out but beloved flannel robe (it belonged to a man I loved who died so I refuse to part with it) and my well-worn Isotoner slippers. Then KonTiki and I stood out on my kitchen porch and waited for him.
Here’s hoping I looked really alluring in the street lights because quite a few cars and pickup trucks drove by, which is really unusual for my little village.
Anyway. He gets along great with all the cats, but, wow, did he love those kittens!
They were out of their little playpen and toddling around. Little Blackie hid under the bed, but the kittens really responded well to him. So that’s good.
Okay, I digress.
The “interesting” part was that it’s been a while since I’d even had a conversation (in person) with someone who isn’t really old and cognitively impaired in some way — least of all, in my bedroom. And who actually knows me as something besides a caregiver. (He’s known me now for about 3 years.)
He’s about 35 years old, married, with a young son who has severe autism. He’s really nice and really reliable with my cats. And he just lives right down the road.
But we were in my room — it was his first time in there. And at one point, his focus wandered from the kittens and he turned around and saw my desk — more specifically, he saw all the PHOTOS I have stuck on the wall all around my desk. And he was completely awestruck.
He said, “Whoa! This is sick!!” [If you’re as ancient as I am, that translates to: “Wow, this is so cool!”]
He looked at every single photo, and really was just kind of swept away by all of it. He just loved it and it really sort of surprised me.
A view of my desk, circa November 2024:
After he left, it struck me that it has been a really long time since anyone at all has been in my room — besides my birth mom. And that kind of made me sad. It used to be that everyone was in my room, in various cities, because it’s always been my office, as well. Colleagues, freinds, relatives, lovers — everyone was always in my room.
But it’s part of not only aging, but living in the middle of nowhere when everyone I know, who is still alive, lives someplace else.
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Okay!
Here’s this. I don’t know from which concert:
And, as always, you can buy tickets here for the upcoming shows — including Columbus!!
And now I gotta scoot because I am officially running late!!
Enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting!
I love you guys. See ya!
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Willie Nelson’s new CD arrived yesterday, and it’s really beautiful. All the songs are written by Rodney Crowell. Here’s another one of them. Enjoy.























































