Today is my 8-year anniversary of finding Tallulah. Best day ever. I know this will probably be our last year together, but I'm trying to appreciate that she was up next to me when I woke up this morning, and is sunning herself on the deck as we speak. She seems to feel better since she starting taking the pills they compounded for her, so I may have her for many months to come.
I noticed that, at first, after her diagnosis, my shoulders were up near my ears at all times. When I came home for lunch, I worried she'd be dead. I'd wake up and feel for her breathing in the night. I no longer do that. We seemed resigned to it as best we can be.
And for now, she's still my sweet aloof Lu.
Yes, you CAN be aloof and sweet at the same time. Lu proves it every day. She's more like a cat. When she wants affection, she's on top of me. If she's not in the mood, she does that shirk-down-from-my-pets thing that cats do what makes you want to cock punch them.
I have a busy weekend up ahead of me. I have a date in less than three hours and I am makeupless right now with my head in a towel. Which makes it hard to see the screen. Bah.
This is not the Lenny Kravitz date; he seems to have ghosted and fuck Lenny Kravitz. This is a regular white guy who seems really cool. Am sort of excited about this one. He lives in Raleigh, and we tried to have a date where he shows up on the train and spends the day here and gets back on the train, which would be so great, but the logistics didn't work. So then we decided to meet exactly halfway between our houses, which would have put us in the side of the road, and way to get killed. So now I'm driving 45 miles and he's driving 39.1, and see what a compromiser?
Further reports as developments warrant. (FRADW)
Tonight I celebrate my love for you, and I also have a Peruvian dinner to go to. The friend who's having it lives right near me, so I'm toying with walking there but it's cold AF and also way to get killed. Again.
I'd better go get started worrying about my makeup and hair and ensemble and so on, so I can look totally casual walking into a restaurant less then three hours from now. "Oh, this old thing?" Actually I am wearing an old thing. I plan to wear my vintage blue-green sweater I got at my friend Kit's shop. I wear the shit outa that sweater, but it's a good color and just hints that there might be some fabulous hoots up under there. I'd wear pasties if it were warm enough, but see above ref to cold AF.
Do you like how I'm jumping on the "AF" train a year later? You're welcome.
Then tomorrow I have Unitarian church with the glitter shirt guy. Then Ima go see Lilly, of Chris and Lilly, and their new baby, as opposed to an old baby. After that my Sunday yawns before me. Oh shit, except I have to write a column. This new site asked me to write (wait for it) relationship columns for them, and my first one is due this weekend. FRADW.
I need to stop saying that. Further reports on how will I cease to say that, as developments warrant.