In my classes, I’ve been talking about how when an author uses a clear blue sky, it’s supposed to represent clarity of conscious, being open minded, accepting God’s grace, hope, new life and opportunity. It won’t be long until my mister is here with me for a bit. Then as soon as I can get myself sorted and moved, I’m out of here. It’s not a place you want to make your life permanent; not that I can see. It’s a visiting place or a stopping point. It’s been fine and I like it but there’s so much more out there (and absolutely nothing here to keep someone interesting in keeping up residence). So each day I’m itching more and more to get out. I’m bored beyond belief most evenings and it’s to the point I get so listless and feel defeated. I spent hours in bed the other day, just to get Monday going so I could work and have something to do. I definitely need to move.
So, until then, I’m trying to get this cat passport stuff organized but the vet’s have already given me a couple of hindrances. First of all, they didn’t tell me to not feed the cat after midnight before he got his blood test done. Now I have to go through that whole painful event of getting him into the cage and to the vet’s. It’s traumatic on both of us (plus my pocket book.) Then I’ve sent in forms that I got online that is for the EU Pet Passport and the blood test and the vet’s verification, etc. Some of those things ask for the cat’s microchip number and the vet’s signature. I forwarded those to the office in email, thanked them profusely for their help and bother they have to go through. But last night I got an email with, “no, don’t send us these, just bring what you need in.” Um…did you even look at the forms where it says “must be typed and printed by the vet”? I’m not putting my whole trust in this office crew that they will do what I know needs to be done. All I can do is my part; research what papers need to be in order and stay on top of the vet’s to make sure it’s done properly. I’m not trying to be overzealous or pushy but this is my life and my money I’m spending to undertake this whole thing. Having a cat sitting in quarantine at an airport 4 hours away from home is not something that I want.
Ah, home. Isn’t it a nice word?
I’m glad that it will be a place where I can work full time for more than the compensation for Unemployment (and that’s for a Master’s Degree to teach at a state college, by the way). I’m glad that it will be somewhere I can spend my days and nights with my mister instead of trying to keep my brains occupied with reruns on television. I’m glad that I can be away from this place I have no attachment to anymore.
Anyway, aside from the pet rigmarole I ordered a couple of books on journaling (I’ve not been reading as much as I could be but the daily hard cover journal I’m at least keeping up with in small paragraphs most days.) I now have Time to Write to Yourself and The Many Faces of Journaling. I know the descriptions make it seem as if it’s a self healing process that needs to be learned. I’m just interested in getting ideas and seeing what other people write in their journals. I’ve always been interested in novels that are written that way and that type of narration in movies and television. Since I’m interested in it now and want to read about it, I may as well encourage the habit.