When I left Dallas yesterday, it was 95 degrees and humid ... the oppressive kind of heat. I got off the plane in Portland late last night into temperatures in the mid-50s. It was rainy and cold all last week here while I was gone, real Louisiana-style rain with lightning and hail. The creek rose some, although nothing like what it was when I first moved in during the winter rainy season.
When I got home, the cats had to let me know that they weren't too happy about me being gone for ten days. They all ruffled their fur and hissed, and Willow stayed on top of the cabinet in the bathroom, one of her favorite "high-up" perches, and growled and carried on for about 45 minutes. Then I fed them, and all has now been forgiven.
I've figured out that one of the reasons I went to Dallas, aside from taking care of my father, was to "test" my decision to move to the Pacific Northwest. It's pretty clear now that I'm living in the right place for me.
The trip to Dallas was successful in many ways. Closure, coming full circle with some things, doors closing and doors opening. Somehow I feel a lot freer now to move on with my life.
Edited to add: After I posted this, I realized that this is my 100th blog entry. There are no coincidences ...
I've come a ways since that first blog post written on September 28, 2005, using my friend's computer while I was staying in Baton Rouge.
Yes, Kitty, you've come even further than you may presently be aware of. The expansion of your consciousness is nothing less than magnificent ! ! !
Posted by: Lewis King | Tuesday, May 30, 2006 at 08:25 PM
Glad you are back safely, as are the cats by the looks of them. Odd what you can accomplish with a bowl of food!.. I'm not entirely convinced cats perch. :)
Posted by: Camy | Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 02:49 PM
Or maybe they love to EAT perch ;) :D
Posted by: Kitty | Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 09:38 PM