Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Christmas in Prince George's County

It's not that I have nothing to write about. I have a long list of topics for another day. Another day when I don't feel plowed under by family health problems involving our daughter and grandson. Problems both physical and mental. Our daughter doesn't handle stress well. Neither do I.  I'm frayed at the edges. 

Even so, life has its moments. Mom died two years ago this month, right before Christmas. She was a forlorn and cantankerous old lady, living (she thought) with strangers. At least she had Georgie.  Here she is, napping with the Cat of Cats. We adopted Georgie from a shelter a few months after Sadie died, even though Mom had said, "I don't want another cat." Georgie became her  live-in Teddy bear. 

Georgie was 3 or 4 years old when we got her in early 2007.  No longer a kitten. Sometimes she'd chase a laser light, but mostly it was, "Ho-hum. Why don't you chase it?" Yesterday, out on the screened porch, she suddenly noticed a tiny stuffed mouse she'd ignored for months. She stalked it, pounced on it, tossed it in the air, dashed madly about.  She put on a great show for two minutes. Perhaps it was her way of saying, "'Tis the season to be jolly."


the sandwich life said...

Sorry you're feeling frayed. I'll be thinking of you.

PseudoPiskie said...