Saturday, September 15, 2012

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Life is a Lemon And I Want My Money Back

 1.     When was the last time that you asked for your money back? I recently returned a blouse to Macy’s. Buyer’s remorse.

2.     What was the last thing that you did to help someone? I have been working very hard to be sensitive to my niece and nephew since their grandma (my mother) died. They are trying so hard to be strong!

3.     At what point of your life do you think you started to understand who you are? In my mid-thirties.

4.     Are there times when you thought you had taken a fall, only to discover more about yourself? I have discovered through adversity that I am a tough old broad.

5.     What was the last thing you did where you could not believe in what you were doing? Not sure I understand the question. The last time I could not believe WHAT I was doing what I was doing was yesterday, when we were laughing in the funeral director’s office about music for my mother’s service. Her favorite song was “After the Loving” by Engelbert Humperdinck. Hardly appropriate for the occasion (or, well, anything). It was nice to be laughing affectionately with my sister and niece but surreal to be in this situation.

     The schmaltz & sideburns are for you, Mom!

6.     Do you think that you must struggle to become strong? I dunno. I think perhaps you is or you ain’t.

7.     Do you feel that your dreams have meaning or are entirely random? Yes. I mean, I think that reality and symbolism drive our dreams but elements are random.

8.     What was the last promise you broke? I feel bad about this, but I don’t think I’m going to take my mother’s cat, Nora. My mom only had the poor thing a few weeks when she got sick and went into the hospital two weeks ago. Nora isn’t comfortable around other cats (I have three) and has been rattling around, alone, in a big house without the TLC I think she needs and deserves. If I took her, I’d have to leave her closed up in my den until she could slowly adapt to life among my feline roommates, and that seems unfair. So to give her a crack at being a happy only cat in a forever home, I think Nora will be returning to the humane society. I know my mother would not approve, but I have to put my own cats’ welfare, and what’s right for Nora, first.

9.     Do you collect anything? Cats. Because, let’s face it, I may back down and take Nora anyway.


  1. Ha! Your last comment about Nora made me laugh out loud! I'm so sorry for your loss. It's good to be able to laugh like you did choosing a song.

  2. Anonymous11:37 AM

    Believe it or not, laughter during funeral arrangements is actually more common than you think. A good funeral director can help put you at ease and make the funeral a celebration of your loved one's life.

    Poor Nora...I personally would advise not taking her home with you...but that's just me :)

  3. You are a tough broad.

    I feel as if I know you well. I am still numb from reading this week's posts. I feel rather helpless. It's not as though I can pick up he phone.

    You will never be old. You are far too young in spirit...

  4. Don't feel bad about the cat thing.
    You just can't do it all.

    Hang in there :)

  5. We rescued our fourth cat, Lily, from certain death last fall. She had been abandoned when her owners got evicted. She was only 1-1/2 lbs when we got her. She lives in my husbands office (which is quite a large room), but has never meshed with the other three cats. She seems content, but is curious about the rest of the house, but afraid to leave his office. The point? Three seems to be a perfect number, at least in my house. :)

  6. Oh my gosh Gal...I am SO sorry to hear about your Mom. I lost mine 15 years ago and I still cry once in awhile. I miss her. I have so much empathy for what you are going through right now. I know it's almost a blur and a whirlwind of activity and emotional roller coaster. Hang in there. We care out here in CT...

  7. I'm so sorry about your Mom. :(
    And don't worry about the cat, someone will take her. Thanks for the giggle about her, though. :)
    I know this week is going to be tough, but hang in there - it does get better. Like the other Kathy, I lost my mom 15 years ago, and there's no 2 ways about it - it just sucks.


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