I wish I was in Paris.
Today would have been my Father's ninety first birthday. I'm thinking about him a lot and am sad. I just talked to my Mother, she may need some more surgery, she's so weak and forgetful. it's so hard facing my parents mortality. I don't have any other family, no grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, nothing.
I have to take my sweet white oriental shorthair cat Gelato to the vet. I'm dreading it. I don't want to hear that she has some horrible incurable illness and is about to die any second. I don't want to charge another three thousand dollars to my Mother, that we can't afford to pay. My hand is shaking, I feel weak, blah, today is blah and sad.
At dinner last night with Scott, I just burst out crying in the middle of his telling me a story about his folk music support group. I just keep thinking about my Dad.
Say a prayer or fifty for Gelato and my other kitties? Help me find the courage to figure out what to do about Noemi?