Friends and Family. Family and Friends. Besides food and shelter, what else do we really need?
Since JB’s diagnosis last week, I’m trying hard, so hard to focus on the good things that I have that are around me.
I am very happy with the Family I have. For me, that includes friends. Pretty much one and the same. We are a small circle, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love that I have such a connection with my sister and nephew over the Austin Powers Goldmember movie. We repeat quotes from it several times each and every time we get together. I love the little things I share with my kids, even as they are adults. I am happy I can walk back into MY hospital and know that I am home. Ellie and I are great friends, we are family and she is a perfect landlord. And Christine and Keith, what more can I say. I love them, and they are the closest my children will ever get to having another Aunt and Uncle. One day when my grandchildren are here, they will have an additional set of grandparents.
It’s a beautiful night when you are just laying around, you on the loveseat with one kitten, your boyfriend on the couch with the other one. The three bigger guys, around as well. As we watch television, first football then a few crime shows, it dawns on me (again) that I really do have a happy home.
It doesn’t take a whole lot to thrill me. I enjoy being in my house, typing, cleaning up, cooking, taking care of the cats…while watching television. I enjoy daytime television. Maury is my favorite, as evidenced by the fact that Jeff and I went to see him in person last month. I am happy doing a whole lot of nothing here at home.
As I’ve said before, I am very thankful for the interests I have. Hockey and wrestling, they just make me smile. I wonder what I would be doing with my time if I didn’t watch them both on television. And every night, I fall asleep watching Forensic Files. I just love that show.
Happy that I have a man in my life who smiles at me randomly, for no reason. Amazingly, he will tell me I’m pretty as I’m scooping out litter boxes. While being all mismatched – in Elf pajama pants, red and white socks, a dark blue Broncos t-shirt and a black wrestling hoodie. This is love.
There is so much more I have, but the last aspect of my life that gives me such happiness are my cats. Jeff met me a year ago as a single man. Now he lives with me and five cats, one who has cancer. Just having these boys and the little Princess in the house with us makes me smile. They do such silly things, you just can’t help but laugh. Beavis is our big Tabby, and he is probably the sweetest cat you will ever meet. Stan is our long-haired Gray. He is so silly, he puts himself in situations that only he can. JB you all know about. This is the boy who captured my heart. And the babies! They get cuter every day! Alexi is the little girl who has totally turned into a lovebug lap cat. And Nikita is growing so big, trying hard to turn into a big cat like his brothers. He stinks up the little box worse than any of them, so since he’s named after a Russian, he’s got a Russian nickname. Von-you-chee. It means smelly.
Life is good. Hope it is for all of you too…