Today will be the last day I need to care for the cats of a sponsee who is on a cruise. Her house has come to scare the crap out of me. I absolutely HATE being there. I like being there when she and her partner and others are there. But when I am there alone? I find it frightening and can't wait to leave. It is a several million dollar house and it is massive and has huge expanses of marble floors that make weird echoes and noises and is creeeeepy. I do love her kitties though. And not surprisingly, they have come to like me a whole lot more than they used to! In fact, they gave me the ultimate gift yesterday. I was cleaning up some weird looking debris in the dining room - and screamed when I noticed that the piece in my hand had beady little eyeballs and whiskers! Gross! I have no idea where the rest of that tiny rodent was, but I hope not to find it.
Yesterday morning I went to my old home group. Maybe when I retire I can move back to MY side of town and be back where I BELONG? I do not belong here where I live. After 15 years in the group I attend regularly, I realize I will never belong there. I can walk into my old home group after not being there for a year and sit right down and feel right at home. Welcomed just as if I am family - because I am. Oh, there is nothing like that in the world.
Shutter Island was good. My friend and I laughed through it - we kept whispering to each other - identifying who at our hospital the characters in the movie were. We both knew about 1/4 of the way through the movie what the "surprising plot twist" was. Well, she is a psych nurse, and I have worked at a psych hospital for 15 years. It was good though.
A great day yesterday was. If I keep writing about it, it will make me late for today, and I don't want that to happen because today is likely to be good too. I think I will get to it.