I’m moving yet again.
This, if you remember, isn’t breaking news. The Gods of all that are Holy found me
a place to live, and it seemed as if the stars were aligning in my favor.
Until, that is, I discovered recently that I had to vacate my place
on July 31, and the family wasn’t officially leaving for Italy until August
26. They are a very lovely family and invited me to stay in
the home with them until their departure, but there is such as a thing as a crowd, and I wasn’t comfortable being a
part of one for so many weeks.
Bitchy, who must have inherited a bit of my resourcefulness,
managed to find a place to stay. I
started panicking, and about a week ago I made numerous calls to try to find a
comfortable place for myself AND those two cats that I never really wanted in
the first place. In fact, according to the girls, one
belongs to Bitchy and one belongs to Sassy. How convenient that they don’t have to actually house them.
I found it a bit difficult to find an affordable long term
rental situation that welcomed cats, and was thinking I might have to either
live in my CAR, rob a bank, or crash in the library parking lot. None of those options was
particularly appealing to the cats.
I opened my email yesterday and saw a message from my good
friend from high school. You
remember Sharon from last summer, right? Well, we’ve stayed in touch and have been hoping for
another “reunion” this summer.
Dear Vodka,
I know my house isn’t in your backyard, but I forgot to tell
you that I promised my husband I would spend the entire month of August in
Florida with him. I’m not thrilled
about it, but I DO love him and am doing it for him. If you don’t mind pulling some weeds and getting our mail
each day, you are welcome to bring your cats, your laptop and whatever else you
want and come here to the eastern shore of Maryland and stay in our home.
Love,
Sharon
What?
WHAT?????? Oh my Lord in
Heaven, sometimes I think I must have done SOMETHING right to have Karma give
me a leg up as often as she has.
And so, as I so often remind my children, sometimes when you
throw good out into the world, the world throws the good right back at
you.
(And Sharon, you are indeed an angel…)
