While I was completing my liege-compelled basement cleaning yesterday (seriously, after two short weeks?), I would often pass the back door as I moved some items outside – rugs and mats to be cleaned – in order to clear the floor for its cleaning.
I glanced over at the animals who were gathered somberly out by boot hill.
Indeed, Claire and Blue spent some time just staring at the hill. You could see that Claire was providing emotional support for Blue.
Then I realized it had been over a month since Jeter passed.
When I was sweeping out my office a few minutes later, I provided extra care while I shifted Jeter’s favorite broken chair nook to clean underneath. It has become a bit of a memorial in the corner of my office.
People who know me know that Jeter’s memorial will sit there until they carry me out of Casa Claire in a box (or the aliens take me). I like my visual cues even if they are painful.
And I really miss the little guy.
I know, it’s a bit maudlin. But when did that ever stop an Irishman?
The point is that as long as there is someone around to remember you, you are never dead.
Maybe that’s why I write. So someone will remember the lives that touched me.
Okay, moving on.
Today is Monday, which usually is a negative thing, but today Lisa decided to go into her old job to help out the staff shortages by working maybe one day a week as a per diem nurse on her old floor.
So, I will again have Casa Claire to myself, if only for the day.
Thanks God for small miracles. I wonder if I can do a naked jig without falling and breaking a hip. Stay tuned.
You fine, five readers pull your socks up, have that extra cup of coffee and get out there and take on your world. Get elbows into that new year project at work. Remember, summer vacations will be here before we know it.
Me, I’m going to go cuddle some kitties and make my rounds, then I’ll see what the legal world has in store for me.
But no matter what we do, let us all make today a great one.
