Picking back up

Doing the same things over and over and expecting different results might be considered being an optimist for a while, but eventually it is simply crazy.

This has not been a good summer for me. I thought about moving, but finally decided that wouldn't solve any problems and might even create a few.

Moving is always my first choice. Run away from the problem. Escape from the tension. Remove myself if I cannot fix things. This time I decided to dig in my heels and change things. Whether or not that means fixing them -- we'll see.

I have considered getting a cat for a long time and didn't for several reasons. I considered those along with the kind of cat I really yearn for and finally went to our pound. I went there many times looking for a cat that didn't elicit an allergic reaction from me, that was cuddly and trusted me and eventually found one. A few more times and Annabel Lee came home with me last Thursday. If you know Poe you will know Annabel who seems like a pretty sharp little kitty in so many ways.

She seems to know her name and understands when I want her to stop doing something. (She doesn't always stop, but she indicates that she understands.) She flies through the air with the greatest of ease and lands with all claws fully extended making mincemeat out of my skin. She lies on her back in my arms purring so sweetly for long periods of time.

In short she seems to be the perfect cat for me -- curious, cute, cuddly, and as limp as a rag in my arms.  She literally leaches the tension from my body.

She's younger than I was looking for, but maybe that is for the best too. We've been together now for four days and seem to be made for each other. Now, I've also joined Meetup and will be back in the school library soon, so I'm hoping things pick up a bit.