Day 212 – July 21, 2018
For starters, I am going to be very succinct and not mince words, I am now officially starting to get sick of the rain. I literally woke up this morning, looked out the window and my pulse doubled and my blood pressure spiked. It was suppose to be a clear day with partly cloudy skies as we begin to transition “back into summer.” Or so the meteorologist said last night. I know better not to rely on them, so I guess I need to take some responsibility. Meanwhile while my pulse was rising, Lucy’s was not. I don’t know how she does this. She finds the most inconvenient spaces to sleep. There have been times where I sat on, leaned against, swatted at her mistakenly. I have even went to grab underwear out of my bureau, only to be greeted by a handful of fur, or a swat at my hand. Wherever she is, it is almost always a rude awakening for her and a heart skipping surprise for me. I am not much of a cat person. I much prefer my dogs. Despite that, the house is home to 4 cats at this time, with 6 being the peak. A few of them came from a field where they found their way into the world and somehow found their way to my kids, who had to have them. And they know I am such a big softie that I can’t turn away a helpless animal. Which is probably why escaping on the ark is my calling. I can’t turn away an animal. I am not the only one that believes that the ark is necessary. Check out the sign below at the local vet clinic. And even though the first of August means the start of summer vacation coming to and end, I feel totally justified to say GOODBYE JULY! Don’t let the flood gates hit you on the way out.