IntrinsicTina

My poor, put-upon husband (he thought), when pressed into service, for household chores, dumping cat sand, and trash to his many cans system (his method to avoid exorbitant garbage curb service). He would go into a dirge and sing: I'm the Cat Poop Man, I'm the Cat Poop Man, that's all I am, The Cat Poop Man.  Then, as he slunk out the back door, he conversationally tossed out, "...And I don't even like that cat."  Neither the cat, nor I, believed him.

22 "I got to hold a cat! " I could scream it from the mountaintop, if I could only coax my throat muscles into working and get back to the mountains. Today, thanks to Chrissy, a social worker here at Bailey Boushay House, and Sandra, the recreation therapist, I, my husband, and Tessa, one of my patient care technicians, got to go to the "Meowtropolitan" for coffee and cat therapy. That's what I said, coffee and cat therapy, well cats, the therapy part is my take on the situation. I've been starved for kitty contact since my own sweet cat, Gracie, passed away a year and a half ago. Although I've lived in a skilled nursing facility situation for the past two years, my husband, dutifully brought my big, furry, gray tabby "baby" to see me. I yearned for the times when she'd arrive in my husband's arms. He'd place her on my lap as I sat, reclined, in my fancy, motorized wheelchair. I was already unable to pet her but just having her ...

I struggle each day for a topic to blog about. I have things that press upon my mind, emotions that spill over that I pour out onto the page to exorcize from my brain or my heart. I am, sometimes, moved to document my disease progression for posterity. Sometimes, something I've read strikes me and I'm compelled to share my thoughts. Like when I'm reading my AA material, my Bible, or the like. I also take cues from a book that my dad gave to me designed to document your life. That can be difficult. Especially, the ones about family. My family life has been painful to me, particularly the early days. It's difficult to put my thoughts and feelings out there for all to see and dissect. I've made a life of keeping my thoughts to myself, except in matters of AA and to keep my sobriety. My AA sponsor probably knows me best, then my husband, and doesn't he get me half the time. My family, and I do love them, are very judgemental .and use information to gain control. W...

(even without children) 1). Get up with alarm at 5:30 am (hit knees to ask God to direct my day), 2). Get self ready for work, (place a load of laundry in the washer), 3). Go to the bathroom, (clean out the toilet, pick-up any towels and put up new ones), 4). Grab lunch from refrigerator, prepare a nutritious breakfast of yogurt or whole grain cereal, (pick-up previous night's mess, time permitting), 5). Drive to work, stop off at Starbucks or Cutter's Point for a decent cup of coffee, 6). Work a full-time work schedule with a half hour lunch break, 7). Clock-out of work, stop off at bank and/or post office for the office on the way home, 8). Make any number of side trips on the way home such as: nursing home to visit husband's mother (drop off payment once-per-month); grocery store if something needed to make dinner or for the weekly shopping; Sam's Club for monthly AA cake and/or stop off at Chase to deposit weekly AA monies; Reber Ranch to pick-up wild bird f...

God awakened me this morning. Well, God, Rod, or wasn't it just odd? I tried to deny the reality of a new day dawning but when my brain refused to follow the example that my closed eyes were setting. Gracie, my cat, herded me to her food bowl (which held plenty of food, if she'd just stick her paw in to release the blocked kibble) but alas, she's a cat. I'm the hero of my cat today. Life is good.