September 20, 2023
We’ve had an interesting week,
that’s for certain. It was a good week, with just the right mixture of
accomplishments and socialization and rest to make it all well balanced.
First, I have an announcement
to make: it is the judgment of all the members of the Ashbury household that
soup season is upon us.
Ah, soup season! And wasn’t it
just lucky that when we got our groceries on Friday that the store had both
cauliflower and broccoli on sale? I made a large pot of soup with my purchases—and
yes, there is some cheese involved.
My husband was making happy
tummy sounds late Sunday night when he had his first bowl of it. And it was but
a fond memory by yesterday afternoon.
One weekend a month, we have two
of our great-grandchildren with us from Saturday morning until Sunday after
supper. They are the two who are my daughter’s grandkids. It was a good visit,
with minimal hassles. Daughter took the children to the large sports complex in
the next city for a couple hours swim on Saturday, and to the large park here
in town on Sunday. In between times, we had a family movie night on Saturday.
Our daughter had decided to
rent the Barbie movie (making her granddaughter very happy), and since
my husband had apparently told her he wanted to see it, that’s what we did, all
five of us. This was a movie night that harkened back to the day, when we’d go,
as a young family, to our local Block Buster and rent a couple of films, make popcorn,
and enjoy. The children and my beloved really enjoyed the movie. My daughter
and I not quite so much. I think it’s one of those movies that doesn’t appeal
to everyone.
There were, however, some very
good parts and a very good message. I wouldn’t discourage anyone from seeing
it.
In other news, about a year
after our daughter moved in with us—with her 4 chihuahuas—she mentioned that at
some point she wouldn’t mind acquiring a kitten. Before she had the dogs, she’d
had a cat named Crash, whom she loved for many years. And she had a cat after
acquiring the pups as well. This is her home, and we—my husband and I—both want
her to feel she has as much autonomy here as we do.
When she asked me what I
thought about getting a kitten—she reminded me that her dogs were used to cats—I
gave her as honest an answer as I could. I told her that if God wanted her to
have a kitten, He would put just the right one in her path.
That moment happened this week.
Monday is her day off and she was going, finally, to take her son to brunch. She
had been supposed to have done that the past two Mondays, but on the first one,
something came up and then last week she said it totally slipped her mind!
A digression here. David and I
both have slight memory issues as we are 71 and 69 respectively. Do you think
it’s contagious?
Anyway, while at the park with
her grandchildren on Sunday, she had been scrolling on her cell phone and came
across a picture of two litters of kittens (at the same house); the kittens
were 6 and 7 weeks old, and ready to be adopted. And the farm that had them was
just one road over from where her son lives.
Our daughter is a grown adult
and fully accepting of her responsibilities in life. She knew that there might
be a problem with our two dogs and a kitten, but David and I both felt
confident she would be able to handle it. Bottom line? She told us she had a
plan B. If the new kitten didn’t work out, she knows a few people who would be
happy to take the little critter.
She picked one out from the
picture that she thought would suit her (yes, it’s a boy, and so cute!) and
took her son with her after their brunch to get it. Sadly that so-cute one that
she thought she wanted wasn’t for her. But another one, a soft furry grey one,
apparently was.
This kitten, named Smokey by
her great-niece (our second daughter’s granddaughter), is now in residence.
While daughter goes to work, the little guy (she really wanted a male) is up in
her apartment, alone, with food and water and the run of the place. When she is
home, then the little guy has lots of company, and happy that is so.
One of my daughter’s dogs, the
youngest, thinks she is the kitten’s mommy. The kitten thinks so too.
As for the reaction of our two
dogs?
Missy, our female, could care
less. No animosity, just a bit of curiosity, and content to allow it to exist. I
think she senses it’s just a baby, and now a member of the family.
Our little Bear-Bear, however,
was excited and happy and curious and ran up and down those steps yesterday
like nobody’s business! His reaction was not at all what we were expecting.
Jennifer said that he appears
to be in love. Only time will tell how this will all work out, but we can
definitely say, in the case of Smokey-kitty, so far, so good.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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