I woke up yesterday and texted a few people to wish them Happy Valentine’s Day. I got one response, an emoticon smiley. My friends are largely heartless. Then I logged onto my blog and found several Valentine’s greetings there. My readers make up for so much of what goes on here in the sticks. Jan left me a bag of candy and a Valentine’s Card which was also very sweet. More Valentine’s gifts from parents… It seems to be a reoccurring theme in my life.
I spent the day just hanging around the house alone. Stephanie, Jan’s daughter, went to town to hang out with some friends so I sat around writing and playing Ruzzle on my phone. As it neared dinner time I decided I better cook something for Stephanie and I. I made a pan of cheese enchiladas and turned on the television for background noise.
A while later Stephanie came back to the house. I told her about the enchiladas and she went to make herself a plate. After a few minutes of lingering the doorway of the kitchen chatting with me she stepped into the kitchen and let out a little yelp. “What?” I asked rising to go into the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen she pointed to a dead mouse lying on the floor near the refrigerator. Steph was leaning against the kitchen counter trying to put as much distance between herself and the dead rodent as possible, about three feet.
As I scanned the kitchen I realized there were blood and mouse guts everywhere. My stomach began to churn as took in the carnage. My cat, Buddha had torn into that little mouse like a mafia hit man trying to send a message.
Steph swept the mouse onto a dust pan while I cleaned the crime scene. While I was doing so it occurred to me that my sweet kitty, Buddha, apparently felt she needed to get me a gift for Valentine’s Day. It may have been the grossest gift I ever got but at least I got a present.
Posted by trjensen on February 15, 2013
Here’s a funny story. Instead of getting rid of the kitty I have (and yes I have seriously considered giving her away) in an attempt to cat the odds of me becoming a cat lady, I have actually acquired another cat. Where oh where did I get my new kitty you may be asking yourself. The story is pretty fucking funny.
A few weeks ago the guy I used to date, who I love but doesn’t want a relationship with me, moved into a new apartment with a new roommate who is allergic to cats. He has had his kitty, Whiskers, for a very long time. His cat has a great disposition and we got to know each other over the three months the “Guy with the Smile” and I dated. When he learned his new roomie couldn’t live with his kitty GwtS asked me if I would take him. Me being the sucker that I am, and not wanting him to just give his kitty away to some stranger, agreed to adopt his beloved thirteen year old cat.
I actually like Whiskers and my cat doesn’t really have an issue with him being here but after a lot of thought I realized that my ex may be contributing to my inevitable future as some sort of cat hoarder. In fact, it is as though he is encouraging me to embrace that outcome. I am one step closer to my cat lady fate. I didn’t realize it at the time. When he asked I just figured that if I had his kitty he could still see his cat from time to time and that his cat would have a loving home.
Now I have kinda’ convinced myself that GwtS is just trying to get me to accept my fate. I love the cat. I am keeping the cat but I resent GwtS for giving me the cat. (Totally rational, I know!) I have been duped, bamboozled, hoodwinked. I may not get you but I’ll always have your cat. ROFL!
Maybe I should just have every man I date buy me a cat. It can be my consolation prize for failed relationships. At least the cats will have sentimental value.
I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I’d finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by
wild dogs cats. - Bridget Jones The Narcissist
Posted by trjensen on April 4, 2012
Last year I started a blog, Almost Back at One which chronicled the struggles I experienced making some pretty significant emotional and physical changes in my life. It also served as a countdown to the inevitable, that my son Sean was becoming an adult and would soon being going out into the world leaving me, for the first time in my life, to live alone.
Two weeks ago, Sean moved to the coast to go to school. The event was bittersweet for me. I would be lying if I didn’t say I looked forward to a time when I could have my own place. I love my son and I miss him already but I also look forward to my new found freedom and all that entails. The first few weeks have been odd. I am not lonely but I am sure that I will get to place where I feel that. I am also certain the absence of my child will also get much stronger than it is now.
Right now the primary emotion I am feeling is one of excitement. I am optimistic about this new adventure. Although I have been trying to focus more on me over the past year I am now afforded the opportunity to put all my hard work to good use. I can do things for me, without guilt and with no damaging repercussions to anyone other than myself (not that I anticipate that there will be any.) My decision will ultimately only impact me and I have learned to value myself enough that I make wise choices.
I am “back at one,” well… one and a cat. I can do anything! Anything I want. My world has opened up and I fully intend on taking advantage of it. I have spent the bulk of the past few days getting comfortable with my new arrangements and mapping out how I should proceed. I would like to go visit some friends and I may just do it. If I go on a date we can go back to my place and that is fucking huge! It is something I have never afforded myself the opportunity to do.
I want go out and play. I want to have adventures. I am a very happy woman.
Posted by trjensen on June 11, 2011