The times they are busy. I found this sweet little kitten almost two weeks ago. She was on death’s door, weighed right at 2lbs, malnourished, dehydrated. A trip to the vet for fluids and some syringe feeding and now, she’s finally beginning to eat on her own. She loves being with us, around us, on us, in our laps and truth be told, she’s been a great distraction from the baby waiting game. She has won us over, even Mister. I came home from errands the other day to find him napping on the sofa, cat curled into the crook of this arm. She ate on her own for the first time the other night and the Red Bean and I (her two primary caregivers) actually did a victory dance. I think this means she’s staying and well, I’m glad because she is the sweetest little thing. We’ve named her Dixie Belle but call her Dixie. So friends, meet sweet Dixie.
The Red Bean celebrated her 13th birthday and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact I have a teenager. Especially when you consider how sweet and helpful she is and the infamous moodiness of the teen years has yet to rear its ugly head (not to jinx myself but fingers are duly crossed). In fact the only sign that we have a teen in the house is her ability to sleep well into the morning (I might be slightly envious).
We (being the press, Anchor & Plume) released our second book last week, finished Issue 8 and sent it to the printer. And then I tucked into my spot on the sofa and buried my nose in reading something not work related. Escapism at its best.
The first book I read was I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl. Not sure how I ended up with this book in my stack of books to read but wow, what a devastating and miraculous story and a brutally honest look at the personal flaws that drove her to make the decisions she did. I then picked up Crossing to Safety and utterly lost myself in it. Such an incredibly crafted story about friendship and marriage. It gave me renewed hope that we may one day find a couple with whom we could be friends in the deep and meaningful ways the two couples in this story were. The story is wry and real, sympathetic, yet optimistic and full of grace.
The waiting on baby continues…