Taking care of Ebony

 When my son came home I had to tell him that Ebony had died while he was camping. I feel it was no accident she took her last breath on his bedroom floor. My strong intuition told me he was the one who was supposed to bury her. I had selected a site that I felt was appropriate and he began digging a hole. After a few feet the ground was hard and he needed a pick to break up the dirt. When the hole was deep enough he put Ebony on the ground and began filling it up with dirt. When he was finished I asked him to place a large piece of lava on top so there would be no chance of her body being disturbed.

Later as I looked out my office window I spotted something in the sky and knew I had to take a picture. It required me to go outside because the camera didn't like the window. After the picture was developed I saw why I was supposed to take the picture. There was a very large image of a cat above the landscape,  looking down at me. I knew it was Ebony. A friend said she looked happy and felt she would be watching over me.

A strange thing about this picture is that there were no stars in the sky when I took the picture. Those circles and bright lights were orbs.

Memorial Day

This morning I got a message from an ancestry site I belong to informing me that my maternal grandfather, William Ott Johnston, died in uniform in 1918. Knowing that he died of a virus on a U.S. military base and never served a day of his life in his uniform, I am wondering does that allow him to be honored on this day? I guess it is a matter of how technical you want to get. It has only been in recent years that I even knew my grandfather's name and assumed he died in some foreign country, while serving the United States. I could not find any record of where he was buried because those records had been burned in a fire several years ago. I finally did find the details and now know he is buried in Bellingham Washington. Wow! the stories I made up, not knowing the facts.

Goodbye Ebony

My female cat of 17 years died suddenly last night. She slowly walked into my son's bedroom, sprawled out on the floor and took her last breath. I was happy she didn't seem to suffer. We still need to decide where to bury her. I'm thinking in the front yard between two lilac bushes. 

I got Ebony when she was a kitten. She was the first pet I acquired after my divorce. When she was a year old she became the mother of four kittens. The first one I discovered sprawled out on the bathroom floor. I put him in the basket I had provided for her to give birth in. She didn't have the other three until the next morning. Since she was the first pet I had ever had that was pregnant I didn't realize she was having a problem. All four kittens survived and I kept the first of the bunch and named him Smokey. I still have him.

Ebony has never been the people cat that her son is. She was particular who she made up to. She did appear to like my son though. She and my dog Ejay had an up and down relationship, but generally speaking they got along pretty well. So this post is a goodbye to Ebony. She will be missed.  

A waiting game

 I am still waiting to get my car back. It has been over two weeks now. It would be nice if they would just fix the damn thing, whatever the cost. I am sick of staying home. My son is taking his trailer out again this weekend. It is parked in the driveway ready to go. I just found out my youngest grandson, who lives two doors from me, is once again visiting his relatives in New York. It must be nice to get away from home!

Just do it

Who knew a car had a computer? I didn't that's for sure. I just talked to the mechanic who has been trying to figure out what is wrong with my car for the last two weeks. He said he had one more thing to try and if that didn't work they would have to order a new computer. My brain immediately thought thousands as I asked for an estimate if they had to do that. He said about $600. I thought, I can do that, it's a lot cheaper than getting a new car. I bought this car brand new in 2006. Even though it is that old it has very low mileage so it really doesn't make sense to replace it. My thought is just do it! Living where I do I need transportation to even get to the grocery store.

Lock down for real

The universe just found a new way to test me. For almost a week my car has been in the shop. I asked my son to check on what's going on before he went back to work today. Apparently, the car has some kind of electrical problem and they can't figure out what it is. It sort of gives a new meaning to lock down. I live too far out of town to walk anywhere. So far I have had to cancel two appointments because I had no way to get to them. Not sure what this latest test is all about but I only have one thing to say- enough is enough!

DNA

Lately I have been thinking that DNA is sometimes for the birds. As Father's Day creeps up I am wondering what is a father? I think it is more than the name that comes up on a DNA test. A man who shows up as no more than a sperm donor is exactly that. He had no responsibility in raising a child who is simply attached by a little spit sample.

I have a problem with those children who grow to adulthood and suddenly find that the man they thought was their father wasn't. Again I ask, what is a father? For the most part these people had a father and he wasn't found in a test tube! 

I am really tired of people coming up with a family tree that really is not theirs. They even use pictures that have nothing to do with them. In my own experience I have two such individuals who have done this. It makes me angry. 

Nice to be appreciated

I just got a call from Cibola Hospital letting me know that someone donated some baby yarn for me to use. That's really nice since the only place I can get it is Walmart. Since they have eliminated their checkers I have eliminated them from my shopping experience! While talking to the person who had called I told her I had a couple of baby blankets and some miscellaneous baby caps that I had been trying to figure out how to get to maternity. I said I didn't know if they still needed them. She said yes. We will set up a time to meet at the hospital door and exchange what we have. And just when I thought my efforts were no longer needed. Wrong! It's nice to be appreciated.

By any other name

Between 2000 and 2007 I worked as a food demonstrator for a marketing company at Walmart. My job was to offer food samples and encourage shoppers to purchase the products. Imagine my surprise when reading my current Kindle book to find out the same job in London is called a Food Ambassador! I wonder if they pay more? Probably not! During my seven year experience I did learn a lot about the products I was demonstrating. I also gained a lot of self confidence, which no doubt helped me when it came to interviewing people I didn't know for our local paper. Every little bit helps no matter what name it goes by!

Happy Mother's Day

When you die people sometimes beg for you to come back, but when you are here they don't even acknowledge your existence.

That pretty much defines my biological family. It doesn't matter what I did or didn't do it ends up being wrong. 

When I think back on my life I only have one question for you people. What in the hell is wrong with you? You are apparently all perfect beings. Well good for you. I guess I did something right after all!

Happy mother's Day to everyone.

Making progress

With determination I have most of the weeds gone from my front and side yard. My next project is to cut off the dead branches on the large juniper shrub under my office window. When the new siding was added last summer the workers cut back the shrub so they would have room. Now the back side of the shrub looks terrible and it needs to be taken care of. I don't often check out the shrubs on the west side of my house, but today I did and got a shock. Looks like someone has a lot of trimming to do. Good thing I just ordered a brand new pair of "Fiskars" shears. They will be getting a work out. Just waiting for my arm and hand to get a little stronger.