The title comes from a song by the 1970's soft-rock band Bread.
It was a rather dismal day, yesterday that is; why?
Well first, since I love cats, it was painful to do what had to be done. The "it" was having my late mother's elderly cat, Sarah, put to sleep. Sarah was about 19 or 20 years old, completely deaf and had a cataract in one of her eyes. She also was very frail. I kept her at the house for as long as possible, but with a closing on the property potentially coming soon (or maybe later...keep reading), I had to act. Having her go live with someone else was not an option, as given her greatly diminished senses, any other environment would have been hazardous to Sarah. There just weren't any other viable choices, and it quite literally broke my heart to take her to the Vet. But I had to do it. It was the longest 10 minute car ride I've taken in a very long time. My only consolation is that Sarah, with her skin-n-bones, arthritis ridden body is no longer in pain.
Rest in peace old girl.
Then there is an issue that potentially impacts the closing date for the sale of this property that resulted in too many phone calls, far too much note-taking and far too much uncertainty. For me, the biggest point of contention is that I've been living with basically a shell of my belongings for months now. I'm tired of it, and while I'm not a consumption-oriented person, I would like to have the benefits of what I've accumulated. Those benefits do me no good sitting in a Moosic storage unit. You can make that plural, as I now rent two of them. I am sure that it will all get sorted out in the end, but that doesn't diminish the suck-factor of it all.
Here's to days to come when I don't have to get treasured pets euthanized and I don't have to worry about being homeless.