Oh, fine, that kind of a day

[pameladean]

I went to get myself a cup of coffee before bolting off to see to Toliman, much later than I wished to do so. I forgot to turn the coffee maker on. It doesn't take very long to make the coffee, but as a harbinger of the day, well.

I am seriously contemplating sleeping in Eric's nice dark empty quiet apartment while he's gone. Between various people's hours and choices of bedtime music and my own state of intermittent angst, hormonal upset, fret, worry, exasperation, and spring fever, it might just be easier. I probably won't, though. I miss my absent sweetie enough already without separating myself from the ones I am fortunate enough to live with.

Outside it's a hazy robust spring day. I heard a mourning dove, and the finches and sparrows are twittering their little heads off. A cardinal weighs in occasionally, or a crow yells. I heard chickadees buzzing and rattling yesterday, but none today yet. Which reminds me that when I left the house long after dark to go over to Eric's the night before he left, I was absolutely certain I had heard the distinctive "phoebe" song of a territorial chickadee. Closer listening proved it to be a set of wind chimes. But I got to think of Chaucer's lines about the little birds in spring, and "the bird of dawning singeth all night long" from Hamlet. That was fun, but I forgot to tell anybody.

My cat is yelling. He can't go outside until more snow has melted off the sidewalk with no ice melter on it. I'd bet that would be possible as early as Sunday, though.

Pamela

Comments

The "phoebe" in the spring

[(Anonymous)]

Your remark about hearing "phoebe" reminded me that it's been two years since my lovely longhaired six-toed tortoise-shell cat Phoebe died. It was especially poignant to hear in those first sad days after her death, and is still sad sometimes.

Cindy L

Re: The "phoebe" in the spring

[pameladean]

Aw. *hug* Did she think they were talking to her?

I wonder sometimes if it was really smart to name a cat after a Greek comedian, because of similar concerns.

Pamela

Re: The "phoebe" in the spring

[(Anonymous)]

I think so. We used to call her that way too--"fee-bee-bee, fee-bee-bee" You know how cats are; sometimes she came, and sometimes she didn't. I still sense her presence around the house. The remaining cats have taken up some of Phoebe's old habits, as if she were whispering in their ears.

Cindy L