I am more than content with the state of mind I am in ’cause I am crazy, just like you.
Starting to feel a bit better, maybe I’m equalizing to my Vancouver self. I can honestly say that staying in New Liskeard for more than a week makes me truly appreciate where I live. I don’t think we could ever move back, even if we had a place of our own, unless we had something to keep us so busy that we’d never notice how boring the place is. I was ready to gnaw my arms off for entertainment by the end of it. It’s hard for me, too, to be in a place with people who are reminiscing about memories, times, places, and people that I wasn’t part of and can’t possibly remember. I was feeling pretty disconnected from everyone there by the time we were leaving. I really just wanted to go home and be alone for a while.
Adam’s been talking about going biking next weekend. Judging by how hard it’s raining right now, I don’t know if that will happen. We shall see. I will not be part of the excessive erosion that takes place on trails when people ride them in the rain.
We came home to a pair of angry and needy cats. Dayle ignored us for a while before allowing us to pet him. He’s now insatiable for attention. Sera immediately wanted cuddles, and spent last night sleeping on my head. Chris told us two days before we got home that Dayle had managed to break something he wasn’t supposed to be able to reach. I cried.
Here’s the story: While we were away, Chris brought over a love seat that we were planning to put in the office. There was an old futon in the office still, so Chris just put the love seat in the living room, next to the giant bookcase that the cats can’t reach the top of. Tara came over the next day to feed the cats and Dayle had knocked literally everything off the higher shelves that he normally can’t reach – including the hand-carved tiger maple goblet we used in our wedding ceremony and drink from on our wedding anniversary.
Naturally, it broke.
Dayle has an innate ability to find things that mean the most to me and smash them violently. It’s happened before. It will happen again. I cried, but I’m okay now. The thing is, I don’t tend to put symbolism into very many things in my life, because I’ve either lost so many things or had them taken away from me, or had to get rid of them for some reason. That was one of the few things right now that are symbolic to me. Talented cat. It was out of his reach for a long time. The love seat facilitated his destructive nature.
They’re pretty sure they can glue it back together. It snapped at the narrow part of the stem, so it might be awkward, but doable. Here’s hoping.