Seriously. It is a good day and a bad day this evening. Work was pretty grungy today.
Also I have made a couple of decisions which will see changes very soon. My dear friend, Miss Jeanne!, will be leaving for England 18 Feb -- less than a month away! Waaahhh! -- to live and work in the London office. Same job just a definitely different office. And I am visiting her for Thanksgiving. Yaaayyy! I've known Jeanne five years and feel that I have known her all my life, to be honest.
The good news is she is selling me her PIANO!!! It was her grandmam's and it is being sold at a good and fair (to us both) price. So now I can play play play more more more till I get back to where I was (supposedly), and T can learn how, as well. (Pictures of this amazing feat to follow.)
Tonight I also made the very tough, put off far too long decision to find a good complementary home for Molly Brown, my greyhound. I am not doing right by Molly and perhaps never was. It's not that she is a cat killer -- by training, unfortunately. Yes, she was a racer and was trained on rabbits and cats -- and has already come close to taking out Kitty Boy, the love of my (cat) life. -- Okay, I digress, it did put me on my heels that Molly will NEVER be cat friendly. She is a category 4. Catch and kill. She caught him and was set on taking him out, but the old fella's breakaway collar broke -- and by that time, I had hold of her. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done ( in general and in particular). All this drama in my studio, tsktsk -- !
She is a bit needy because of slight separation anxiety but is a lovely, sweet girl and will be a most excellent companion to someone who does NOT have cats. It's not fair that she has to stay crated because she "might" hurt or worse one of the two cats.
She barks and cries a lot for attention. I cannot take care of her the way she needs to be taken care of and this is injurious to myself as well. It kills me to hear her -- deep chest, piercing cry. She has had her shots and I have taken care of those terrible teeth her previous owner totally ignored. (She was a rescue.) Molly was in such pain and I thought that alone was going to be a difference in her personality, but it hasn't been, really. Otherwise, she is actually enjoyable and I hope to find a perfect PERFECT companion for her soon.
T also is in classes and now what little amount of time was there, tagteaming on the animals and this HUGE house, has been cut as well. "I don't have time to do .... fill in the blank." So now there are classes and even LESS time to do.... fill in the blank.
It's been several weeks since I actually wrote anything of any worth -- about anything but esp on my fiction -- and I rarely RARELY have had time to attend any of my art to make a difference to myself, let alone anyone who may be interested.
I feel very down tonight for several reasons, one of which is a wonderful opportunity for Jeanne -- one of the best pals I've had -- and about Moll, but I am certain I have made the right decision there. I love animals -- all animals -- but I should not have anything other than Kitty Boy.
As I've told T before, "Apres Kitty Boy, le deluge."