Jude

Moby beside me on the couch. Eleanor walked over, sniffed his ear, licked it. He was wary, ears back, waiting for the BOP! that never came. She settled down, and they more or less relaxed there for a long stretch. They have been both sitting by us on the sofa in the evening, one on either side, or on the back facing away from each other, for the last two or three weeks.

As usual for us when we extend hospitality, not as many people showed yesterday as we planned for. Only 6 of the possible dozen. Several out sick, one out of town unexpectedly. But those who came seemed to enjoy themselves, and we were happy to have folks around. Cats variously sociable, seemed to enjoy Dylan's cow-orkers as well. C especially, she kept stroking Eleanor's head and paws. Moby took a chair and listened politely.

Way over-planned, though. Getting stuff away this morning. Sent everyone back with their carb-heavy pot-luck offerings, "It won't get eaten, and I'd hate to waste it." Which is utterly true.

Trying to stay positive, beating back the looming despair. Pete's adventures helped, must stay happy and engaged. Pour out more love, more kindness, more generosity, no matter the cost. That is what will change everything. Every day, every moment.

Two of the people who visited are a couple we definitely want to have back just because. Smart, funny, kind and with very compatible tastes. M actually knew Dylan in high school, although it took them a while to realize it when they started working together. Only had a few classes together, sort of thing. Enormous school, too.

Going to shop local stores today. Will not buy anything from chain stores, save daily necessities, until after New Year. And looking hard at what we really need.


And more news. Here's to St. Jude, patron saint of hopeless causes.

We did shop small. Found this.