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"All revelation is summons and sending."
-- Martin Buber, 1878-1965

I am exhausted, and it is good to feel this kind of emptiness. I will shower and sleep away.

many things

Hung out with my mom today. It was nice, sitting around the house reading the paper and playing with the cats. I miss my cats terribly. They are so different from ordinary cats, our rescue kitties. All with such distinctive personalities, such character, and this peculiar empathy. I think the cats are God's way of watching out for my mother. They have brought her tremendous comfort in the dark years.

My mom always gives me something when I visit, candy or cereal or tea. This weekend she gave me a chocolate orange, an old glass jar, some pasta and a bottle of fresh iced tea to take with me to work. Her hibiscus plants are flowering and enormous. The dog is healing nicely from her catastrophe.

Last week, the dog managed to crash through a window while chasing a squirrel and severed an artery in her front leg. Thank God my mother and my sister were both home. My mother helf the dog's wound and my sister drove to the emergency vet. lucky dog only required stitches, otherwise no major damage. The massive pool of blood has been cleaned up, but the window needs to be replaced. I might help my grandfather do it.

I worry about my mom. So many accidents lately have cost so much money, and she doesn't have it. I have to find some way to give her some extra money. She won't take what I offer, so perhaps I'll sneak cash into her purse or something.

Work felt so long today. I screwed up some transactions, but fortunately Andrea fixed everything. Hopefully no one will yell at me tomorrow for my foolishness. I hate the credit card machine.

Shelved many cookbooks and chapter books. I actually sold one of those odd books on garnishes, and various others so I am happy. I am sad that one of my coworkers is leaving this weekend, even though I'm happy she doesn't have to work and go to school. A religious studies major, into vampires and Keifer Sutherland, very fun to talk to. I have the feeling we would have become great friends.

Making chocolate pudding pie for myself, my snack for the week. Maybe tomorrow I'll cook a lot of rice. I hope Melynda remembered to drop the rent check off. Karen hasn't been home in days, not since she broke my heart, so she hasn't paid up. I worry about it, since I like to have it on the first, and if we're late the rent goes up $121.

Maybe I shall just watch The Lost Boys and eat chocolate pudding for now...