How long before all of you are rich?
Then one of you can pay for me!
We only need one richie. The richie can pay for the other three. Richies can do things like that, so I hear. Or maybe they don't do things like that, which is how they stay richies.
I would dearly love to meet my three Oz pals.
msolga, It is 4:30 a.m., the shank of the evening. I just finished some work. I'm always up at this hour.
hanging on to their riches is definitely how richies stay that way! haggling to get best prices and freebies.
The stork left me at the wrong house <sigh> I was destined to be rich, I'm
good at spending, I'd keep the ecomomy going .... instead I dream of winning the lottery - I'd probably stand more chance if I occasionally bought a ticket .....
I love early mornings, once I'm up if I
have to get up Roberta - fresh and clean and clear. I just hate getting out of a warm bed at some unearthly hour. I love dawn skies. I always like to start long journeys early and there's a special feeling driving off to somewhere nice as dawn breaks
And I love being up in the wee hours. Go to sleep in the morning. I love the quiet of the night. I like looking out the window and not seeing many lights. It feels like my time.
I love this song:
My time of day is the dark time
A couple of deals before dawn
When the street belongs to the cop
And the janitor with the mop
And the grocery clerks are all gone.
When the smell of the rainwashed pavement
Comes up clean, and fresh, and cold
And the streetlamp light
Fills the gutter with gold
That's my time of day
My time of day
And you're the only doll I've ever wanted to share it with me.
(From "Guys and Dolls")
It's my time too, but that has proven to be incompatible with child-rearing. Sigh. (Well, except for the beginning -- when the kid was a baby, there was plenty of looking out the windows into a dark, still night.)
Soz, completely forgot about that song from Guys and Dolls. Thanks for reminding me.
Child-rearing isn't the only thing that's incompatible with the wee hours. I try to be awake at least for part of the day that businesses are open.
Boidy, love from Bob and me. I've heard lots of Mikey stories over the years, whether by email or on a2k. The last one was when you touched Mikey's tail. That was on the phone and you laughed so hard I began to worry that you would go right into an asthma attack.
The pain, I know, is still intense and will take some time to ebb, but your memories of Mikey and your love for him will never die and will become something to cherish when those lonely times come along.
Love you dear friend.
Thanks, Diane, and please thank Bob for me. Remembering how Mikey made me laugh makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
It's a lonely time right now.
When I moved away from home, I loved living alone. Absolutely loved it. When I got my first cat (Miranda), I remember sitting in my swivel rocker (which she ultimately destroyed) and crying because my solititude was gone. Invaded. I actually contemplated taking her back where I got her. Glad I didn't, but I did move to a larger apartment. Needed more space. I got used to sharing it with her, then Patty, then Mikey. Now I have to get used to not sharing it.
It's a strange feeling. When a pet is with you, you say you're living alone, but you're not really alone. Now I am. I'll adjust.
Love you too, kiddo.
Roberta wrote:Thanks, Diane, and please thank Bob for me. Remembering how Mikey made me laugh makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
It's a lonely time right now.
When I moved away from home, I loved living alone. Absolutely loved it. When I got my first cat (Miranda), I remember sitting in my swivel rocker (which she ultimately destroyed) and crying because my solititude was gone. Invaded. I actually contemplated taking her back where I got her. Glad I didn't, but I did move to a larger apartment. Needed more space. I got used to sharing it with her, then Patty, then Mikey. Now I have to get used to not sharing it.
It's a strange feeling. When a pet is with you, you say you're living alone, but you're not really alone. Now I am. I'll adjust.
Love you too, kiddo.
That's an interesting post.
You will get used to it...but it ain't easy.
Someone offered me a rescue cat and offered to pay for all medical bills. I said no for two reasons. First, it's too soon. Mikey hasn't been dead even a week. Can't imagine another feline here.
Second, I found out today that I must have surgery. (Big sigh.) Went for my post op checkup and complained about something. It appears that I have a hernia, which is not an uncommon occurence after abdominal surgery. I'll go for a CAT scan, which will likely confirm the diagnosis. The surgery will probably be scheduled for January--unless it becomes an emergency.
Why am I announcing this here? I feel a closeness with the folks here that's special.
I'm about at the end of my rope.
Roberta wrote:Someone offered me a rescue cat and offered to pay for all medical bills. I said no for two reasons. First, it's too soon. Mikey hasn't been dead even a week. Can't imagine another feline here.
Second, I found out today that I must have surgery. (Big sigh.) Went for my post op checkup and complained about something. It appears that I have a hernia, which is not an uncommon occurence after abdominal surgery. I'll go for a CAT scan, which will likely confirm the diagnosis. The surgery will probably be scheduled for January--unless it becomes an emergency.
Why am I announcing this here? I feel a closeness with the folks here that's special.
I'm about at the end of my rope.
A hernia?
Good grief.
This is getting ridiculous.
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For pity's sake. For Roberta's sake, when will it end? Unbelievable, my friend. Are you sure you aren't related to Job? Good grief, Boidy, I don't think I've ever known anyone to whom so much has happened in so short a time.
The one sigh of relief I had after reading your post was that the cancer hasn't returned. Gawd, babe, this is really mind boggling. I'm gonna call--I know you're up at this hour.
Today, Sally peed in the kitchen. Dante walked by and tried to cover it up by pawing the floor in the direction of Sally's puddle. He's just too much, helping out his little sister without a word of thanks from her.
Bob and I are resigned to the fact that Dante is not and never has been and never will be graceful. He's too big, yet he doesn't realize it. He likes to jump up on things without taking into consideration that he might not fit. Does he care? Of course not, knowing that whatever is in his way will be knocked off. When he sleeps on a computer desk, he stretches as only a cat can stretch, shoving papers, pens, books etc out of his way. It actually is mesmerizing to watch as things start falling off both sides of the desk at the same time, while he gets that luxuriant expression of pleasure that a good stretch always brings out in a cat.
Isn't it wonderful to be owned by a cat?
Thanks for the hug, Deb. Need all I can get.
Thanks for the call, Diane. Great to talk to you as always.
Oh no, Roberta!
This is getting to be too much!
BBB
All together now: NO MORE SADNESS FOR ROBERTA!
Us friends got to stick together.
BBB
Well, this is just getting ridiculous, Roberta!
There is only one solution.
You must keep eating chocolates until things improve.
(Works for me.)
Oh dear (((((((((((((((((((Roberta)))))))))))))))))))))))))))
this has got to be the last awful thing - and share, don't bottle things up - people here think the world of you and care
You mentioned the view from your window - are you in the heart of the city? nice view?
Thanks, gang. My spirits are below ground level. You guys help.
Vivien, Do I live in the heart of the city? Tough question. New York has many hearts. I live in Manhattan. When people think of Manhattan, they usually picture the business areas, but there are many, many neighborhoods, each with its own identity and usually its own name. For example, in Manhattan there are Tribeca, Soho. Greenwich Village (east and west), Chelsea, Upper East Side, Upper West Side, etc. I live on the Upper East Side in a neighborhood called Carnegie Hill. My view is not of skyline or park or river, but of buildings, which I can see across a wide street. A vey typical New York view, but necessarily a nice one. I can see people's windows, some rooftops, and a large tree--my tree--from my couch.
