Winter Quarter is done!! And I have one week off before Spring Quarter starts! Which I will be spending at work and at Kjerstie's, learning how to shove medicine down a cat's throat and put in eyedrops (3 of 6 cats need them). I'll be practicing this every day this week since Kjerstie and Kelli will be going down to Texas for over a week in April and they needed someone to at least take care of the cats and chickens while they're gone. However, they felt it would be a lot for me to handle their two dogs as well, so poor Rocket and Max will be staying elsewhere.
I have to admit it will be a nice change to stay at their place, but I will miss my two sweet kittycats here. Thankfully, Mom has gotten used to them and is willing to look after them while I'm gone. I'll just be staying at the K2 ranch since my work is five minutes from their house and, you know, the annoyingly high bridge tolls...and it's SIX cats and three chickens and fish! Can't leave them alone with just a short drop-by everyday.
This past weekend was gorgeously open and guilt-free (from putting off homework, life stuff, etc). No plans, no deadlines, just blissful nothing but reading, cleaning, playing with the cats, watching shows, and hanging out with Kjerstie and Kelli on Sunday. (Um, by the way, I work Tuesday through Saturday, so I'm still technically on my weekend right now as I'm typing.)
Nothing much to report. That landslide up in Darrington is just terrible! My mom is planning to go to Turkey and Israel next month, that's assuming if it's still possible...and if it is, she'll be gone for over two weeks. The house still hasn't sold and now Mom's in between realtors. Did I mention that the divorce with her and Bill was finalized in January? And Mom's completely immersed herself in a million things and overbooking her schedule-- we never have any kind of conversation ever. She doesn't even hear me when I speak. Ghost in my own house. Geez, I need my own place--just one more year. I'm lucky to be where I am, I know, and I pay rent and help out with things around the house, and whenever I do move, I will miss the trees. In Tacoma and most urban areas, all the trees were cut down long ago. Sigh. But I can't stand being in a place that isn't mine, that I can't arrange things the way I would like it, that I can't come home and act crazy as I would normally would because Mom is there. I might be paying rent, but I'm still just a guest.
