'Well,' said Frances, 'things are not very good around here anymore. No clothes to wear. No raisins for the oatmeal. I think maybe I'll run away.'
So within the span of a little over three months I left my long-term,
so-called “planning for the future” boyfriend (as you know); had a major flood
in my kitchen and half my living room from the upstairs neighbor, requiring new
everything in those spaces (I hadn’t gotten a chance to write about that tidbit
yet, so… surprise!); and last night I had to say goodbye to my old man kitten, Butchiekins.
I was doing not so very badly today until freaking Facebook “reminded” me that
I gave a last kiss to the original clever cat, Twinkiecakes a year ago today.
I’ll say it again. This year sucks!!!
The high spot in all of this is that I get a new kitchen...
but in the meantime I have to live at a hotel. At least I got a suite this
time, and I must admit, coming back to a king-sized, pillow-top bed with
extremely soft striped white-on-white sheets and mountains of pillows is
pleasant to say the least.
I treated myself to Heath Klondike bars last night. What
would I do for a Klondike bar? Probably retain and gain, I guess.
Anyway, I’ll be meeting the contractor for a final estimate
today and move on to ordering everything to take advantage of this weekend’s
sales. I’ll keep you posted, and in the meantime you can imagine me nibbling on a Klondike
bar.
XOXO,
CC
