Twist has changed in the last day or so. She is hanging around here more than usual. She will start to come up to me, then hang back as if she is changing her mind. Then she will start towards me, shake off the feeling of trust and scamper away. I read the recent comment of putting a tracker on her. That would be interesting indeed to see her world from her eyes, but the fact that I can’t even get flea treatment on her every month means I have no idea how to put a tracker on her. I’m not sure I would anyway as she goes in and out and under objects. This may impede her movements and even put her in danger. To many times in the past, I have had cats here who have been hung up with their collars catching on fences and other objects. I am such a fan of collars but only if they are break-aways.

Not having access to social media anymore has been quite strange. This was my choice to walk away from it all. At first, it felt like something was missing in my day. But now, the stress level has lowered distinctly. No, I am not privy to what is trending, but I am also spared the negative part that social media now plays in most lives. It’s a freeing moment. My youngest stepson, who is an IT specialist has never even been on social media. He distrusts it and well he should. It does have good moments, but lately under such a tumultuous social climate, the bad is outweighing the good.

I thought the weather was changing, but we have gone back to frosty mornings and predictions of snow. I have so much work to do once the weather gets warmer. We need to take down one of my tallest of trees which makes me sad. But it is losing its large limbs every time we have a storm. The expert tells me it is suffering from root swell. That is when the roots are showing above the ground near the base of the tree. This tree has to be over 60 feet tall! If it did fall during a storm, it would crush my home in a minute. As it is now, the branches are falling into Kota’s huge enclosure. He won’t even go inside his enclosure anymore. The last limb, took out his gate.

Life goes on without Mike. I have passed our wedding anniversary this month and his birthday is in a few days. He would have been 81 years old. I get a sense that people around me want me to just move on. I believe I am getting to that stage where the grief doesn’t have the capability of stopping me in my tracks (no matter where I might be). But I am working on it. It has been three years, but it still feels like yesterday that he left us. Every time something goes wrong with the house or outside, I just wish that I had paid more attention to what he could do and how he did it: frozen pipes, flood in the house, well house roof collapsing, to name a few things that have gone on in his absence.

He was the type of man that was hard to work with on projects. He built a whole house in Alaska with his boys and no blueprints and no outside workers. The house was beautiful and he was simply amazing. I am being asked out, but I have no interest right now. The man is persistent (which I don’t find very charming). He has been a widower now for 10 years. I am just not to that point where I want to engage in dating. Besides, how do you date during a pandemic? All our theaters have been taken over by churches, restaurants are just now trying to open. Walking on the beach six feet apart with masks? How romantic can you get? LOL  So I am just home with my animals and working on my book.

The burn kitties are doing great. They are settling in and I have had offers to come and visit, but I am staying away. Let them have their new life without reminders of their old one. They deserve that. I haven’t heard anymore about Fearless Freddy peeing on things, so I hope that just like when he was here and he finally relaxed, he grew out of that behavior. Jess promised me she would never just put him outside or give him to someone, she would return him to me. So no news is good news.

I finally have gotten a vaccine appointment. I am so relieved. I go in on Tuesday to a local fairgrounds. I am told to bring my ID, my medical card, and a bottle of water. I am told I can prepare to stand in line up to 45 minutes maybe longer. I plan on taking Kota with me for this new adventure. They say, I will have to stay in a certain area for 30 minutes after the Pfizer shot to see if I have any reactions. My sister, who lives in Florida recently got her shots. But Florida is so unorganized when it comes to giving out shots, that her and Frank decided to drive to Georgia where they lived before for 15 years and that’s how they got their two injections! Something that should be so simple has been over-complicated by so many. The ones who need it the most, are either afraid to be vaccinated or aren’t able to figure out the system. Sad state of affairs. They tell me that once I do get the first shot, they will make an appointment for the follow-up dose.