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Today we drove down to Gilroy, that's where the crematorium was. I got the call on Monday that Otter's ashes were ready.
Jeff wasn't originally planning on coming down with me for the drive, but he changed his mind this morning. I was glad he was able to reschedule a couple of meetings to come with. He found us a really nice place for lunch, and we drove home by way of the frame shop (picked up three-fifths of his birthday present from me with help from Jenn) and also to the dry cleaners.
On Monday my friend Claire who is also my dance teacher stopped by for a moment and dropped off a stone, I think, statue of the Jizo Buddha with a cat's head. It's simultaneously beautiful and ugly and perfect.
After I figure out how and when I want to scatter Otter's ashes in the yard, I will figure out the placement for that statue. Such a sweet thought. She placed it on the altar for our dance community to contribute love into it.
Tribble's dealing, maybe as well as I can expect. She's yowling a lot, she's found a very disturbing cry. We don't know if she's calling Otter, or us, or if she's being a bit senile. :(
But she's eating well and is very snuggly, so I'm trying to believe that she's fine.
Life is quiet and good, aside from missing our Mister Man. And I'm making art, even if not much fiction writings are happening... Words are still going, on Quora particularly. I hope to find the words to dig in on one of my fics soon.
Jeff wasn't originally planning on coming down with me for the drive, but he changed his mind this morning. I was glad he was able to reschedule a couple of meetings to come with. He found us a really nice place for lunch, and we drove home by way of the frame shop (picked up three-fifths of his birthday present from me with help from Jenn) and also to the dry cleaners.
On Monday my friend Claire who is also my dance teacher stopped by for a moment and dropped off a stone, I think, statue of the Jizo Buddha with a cat's head. It's simultaneously beautiful and ugly and perfect.
After I figure out how and when I want to scatter Otter's ashes in the yard, I will figure out the placement for that statue. Such a sweet thought. She placed it on the altar for our dance community to contribute love into it.
Tribble's dealing, maybe as well as I can expect. She's yowling a lot, she's found a very disturbing cry. We don't know if she's calling Otter, or us, or if she's being a bit senile. :(
But she's eating well and is very snuggly, so I'm trying to believe that she's fine.
Life is quiet and good, aside from missing our Mister Man. And I'm making art, even if not much fiction writings are happening... Words are still going, on Quora particularly. I hope to find the words to dig in on one of my fics soon.
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