Buckets of Rain

Coco, in her basement safe-from-the-storm space

I dreamed Coco was sitting on the bed, ready to wake my lazy ass up. Right by her side was another tux – a kitten. Our princess, who’s always made it clear that she prefers to be singular, was fine and ducky with this new resident feline. In fact, they were clearly a team.

I was thrilled…and doomed. With two adorable cats in da houz I would never get out ‘cept to buy food, treats and litter. Of course.

By the by, apparently there was a BIG thunderstorm last night. Coco was not happy and, this morning, seems to have a stress hangover – doesn’t want to be held (TRÈS unusual), needs to sniff around all the corners (while I watch – she wants to show me something but WHAT?) and now she’s down in the basement (possibly mixing up the medicine).

And Umlaut, who’s, generally, dependably punctual, hasn’t shown up for brekkie. I’m guessing he’s still in his own storm hideout.

I dreamed I was a game tester and LOVED my job. It was the bestest gig in the universe! But I’d forgotten my password and the company’s IT wizard was being unhelpful to say the least and THEN he left for a long lunch!

Dandelions – such happy flowers. My favorites!

Wut up and shit?

AND how can you mend a broken heart?

I don’t know, of course, if this link features the Gibb with the particularly wet warbly voice. I hated that tune when it came out but….but…I understood it. And now it’s on perma play in my bean. Yes, you should now feel SO sorry for me!

And how can you mend a broken heart?

How can you stop the rain from falling down?

How can you stop the sun from shining?

What makes the world go round?

When does the pain of losing The Amazing Bob end. I know. I know…never. I'll just learn to live with this weight. There is no miracle pill, no quick fix. I have this pain because I had SO MUCH joy for so many years.

The bill came due. Gosh, anyone care for a fresh cuppa pathos? I seem to have buckets to share.

I need to apply some serious balm but what would that be? What would it look like? According to my sleepy-time peregrinations, it’s a kitten but, despite my dream, I honestly don’t think Coco would be happy about a new roommate.

My first appointment with the mouth physical therapist is this morning – 9AM. MAYbe, I’ll have my embouchure back in short-ish order and I’ll be able to play the flute again.

I’ve pretty much given up on cello since no one’s responded to my queries and requests. Ya know, help a late deafened broad in her efforts to possibly regain music. But NOOOOO. STRONZI – the lot of them!

Just a small point but, if I gotta have a tune about endless metaphoric, haunting rain, why can't it be this one, hmmmmmm?!

Buckets of Rain – Bob Dylan