Meeting Persephone

Now the cat's being an onery pain in the ass! LOL I'll take that over what we thought we were looking at though. She's driving the dog nuts but at least she's moving around again. I honestly cannot say what the cause of the change is but I'm relieved that there has been a turn around for now. Whew!

Our weekend was actually semi-productive despite losing an hour of it. Seems like just yesterday we were "falling back" and now we've "sprung forward". It's all a bit ridiculous if you ask me, but nobody did. Funny how the word "productive" changes as you get older. It used to mean yard work, projects, visible accomplishments of some sort. Now it means (in our house anyway) the idea of finishing things that were started weeks ago and should have been done then! Neither of us are that old but you can't tell our bodies that. So progress is now measured against ourselves rather than comparatively with other people who have better functioning bodies!

I've put 'Kissing the Hag' down for a bit. Not because I don't love it (because I do), but because I really just had such an emotional response to it that I needed to walk away for a bit. Now I'm reading 'The Druids: Celtic Priests of Nature' by Markale exclusively. That has me pondering some things quietly to myself that I'll try to tackle in later entries when I can pull thoughts together into something a bit more organized because believe it or not, I do occasionally try to organize thoughts for this blog. Bobcat is one powerful secure woman and while I aspire to her level - I'm certainly not there yet. I'll get it finished even if it must come in stages.

It also seems as though my mother and I are entering another new estrangement. While this may make no sense to anyone else, I'm fine with it. In the past 16 years we've only been in actual communication for about 2 of them and that's total - not continuous. I'm not going to bother to spell the whole ordeal out here. Suffice it to say that I struggle more with being in contact with her than not.

Mini Me and I were up SO late Saturday night pondering the mysteries of the world - such as why they make feminine pads designed for those wearing thongs (why in the world does anyone wear a thong during their period???) and why they have wings. We laughed the night away much to the chagrin of her daddy who was trying to catch up on some much needed sleep. But when you have a daughter that is growing older and more independent - one foot out the door - you tend to grab those shared moments whenever you can and cherish them as they come less often and mean more. She is the light of my life. I can't imagine the day when she's not around as often as she is now (and the older she gets the less she's around). Of course with the economy going the way it is, she may be around longer than originally expected. Wouldn't hurt my feelings at all to have her home yet I know that she'll need to spread her wings (not the ones mentioned above) and try things on her own too. There will come a day when she's not flopping herself across the foot of our bed to watch movies or just hanging out talking till the wee hours of the morning about every little thing we can think of to talk about. It was 4:30 am before she headed off to bed and I finally got a bit of sleep. I'm still exhausted but it was worth it!