For the first time in months, no sick-cat-poop in some untoward place greeted me when I came down in the morning.
Instead, Mazal, the healthy cat, had sprayed on the washing machine; so it had puddled on the wooden floor beneath, where cleaning tools can only get so far, and stank to high heaven.
I do love the cats; but honestly, I find myself thinking that when it is their time to go, and after I have replaced the wooden floor where the washer and dryer live, I may simply cultivate the friendship of the local wild bunnies, birds, skunks, deer, coyotes, bobcats, bears...
Meanwhile, the day involved the partial repair of the damage inflicted to the underside of my car while curling up and back down Lama Road last month. I brought a book, an apple and water, and proceeded from there to the errands and tasks of the rest of the day.
I visited with a friend who is only in Boulder for a relatively short time.
When I came in, she was watching one of a series of dvd's of Zalman teaching.
I will see them later.
There is someting truly uncanny about seeing and hearing my beoved, who is at the same time so very gone and so present all over the place...He is here, but he is not. His teaching is available, but his touch is not. I can look and listen and smile at something he says on screen; but he cannot smile back to me or touch my hand.
I'm finding "here-and-not-here" sometimes hard to swallow.