Mr Smith-Park and I have a couple goals that were in play tonight. One is that we clear the Park of all the dropped sycamore pods, so they don't trip up Murray or collect in his tail during off-wheels hours. The other is that we consume most if not all of our years and years' worth of wine collection before we move, so we don't have to pack it and transport it in a rental truck. Those two goals dovetailed nicely tonight, as we sat around a fire pit full to the brim with sycamore pods, covered with dried out rose canes, and polished off a bottle of a sweet blush table wine. It was quite peaceful, sitting and watching the still-slightly-damp pods and canes smoke out the yard and the thoroughfare that runs behind our Park. We talked about the future, about what we hope our next property will look like and allow us to do, and what our plans for finances to acquire said property will entail. Still so many possible paths to any number of possible outcomes, we just won't know where we will end up nor how we will get there until we are actually done.
I had plenty of time to focus on my family, human and quadruped, and worry about them a little bit today. Zoe has been under the weather for days, and we took her to see our darling vets this afternoon. For certain she didn't like the car ride, and she wasn't all that crazy about being in a room with three women (me, doc, and vet tech) who kept holding her and poking and squeezing her. But once her papa arrived, after his extended errand near our vet's office, she calmed right down, cuddled in his arms, and purred. She hadn't done that for at least two days. Neither had she eaten, but after x-rays, blood tests, a couple shots (an antibiotic that lasts for two weeks, in case this is from a cat fighting injury we haven't located, plus an anti-nausea med so she will feel like eating) and a bag full of subcutaneous fluids that swelled her up like the hunchback of classic fiction, she seems a bit perkier. She ate half a jar of baby food chicken and she is moving around on steadier legs. I'm convinced she just needed to test her place in the family by demanding we spend several hundred dollars on her to prove our love. I hope she feels secure now.
I should have been watching the weather. Lots of my friends and family have been checking in from Oklahoma all evening. So far many have experienced heavy winds and hail, but no one has been reported as directly in the paths of the two tornadoes I know about, in Moore and Sand Springs. This is feeling reminiscent of the big ones from two years ago, when I didn't even know they were happening until hours into the crisis, watching raw news helicopter video streamed over the internet. I suppose I should stop blogging and start checking the weather reports, to make sure everyone is good for the night, and see how close all the calls actually were (some were too close for comfort, and I'm almost glad I didn't know about them until now).
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