A Watershed Moment – Literally

on January 23, 2012

I had a good feeling about 2012. In December I was more than happy to say goodbye to 2011 and felt nothing but good vibes for the new year. Half a month in  and those good vibes are fleeting.

Not that I’m giving up on 2012 already. I refuse to fall into that negative thinking trap. But I am being tested in a most aquatic way. Let me ‘splain.

Almost 2 weeks ago I decided to bring home a puppy. A tiny, floppy-eared Yorkie-Poo that is too adorable for words and more affectionate than any animal I’ve ever met. However, puppies are amazingly like new babies, something I’d forgotten. So my focus has been pulled from revisions to constant puppy-potty watch.

But I am nothing if not determined. I devised a plan to print out the MS and attack with a red pen, inserting the changes on the computer every chapter or so. Bought the red pen, printed the pages, then woke Thursday morning to my water heater spewing water into my living room.


Nothing was broken, but the draining faucet was somehow turned on during the night. The plumber is skeptical. I have assured him my child would not get up in the middle of the night, turn on this faucet, and go back to bed. The only thing I can think is that one of the cats rubbed across it and the great flooding was on.

I’m happy to not have to replace a major appliance in my house, but there’s this issue of waterlogged carpet and nowhere to move the furniture (which is fine, thank goodness.) I called the insurance company but deductibles are a sticky thing, ya know? Anyway, I’m treading this problem on my own and my back is screaming from all the heavy lifting, tugging, and general stress.

But I am determined! Red penned about five pages while watching football yesterday. Fans are blowing, dehumidifier is sucking moisture out of the air (my living room was turning into a rain forrest!), and the pooch is locked in my bedroom for the day. We’ll see if I have a bedroom left when I get home.

Or a carpet. Or a stitch of sanity. Is it any wonder I had to color the gray hair last night? (And yes, these pics are my living room. Though the furniture is moved to the dry concrete and the carpet is pulled back further now.)

Going With My Gut – Still Debating

on August 12, 2011

I admire people who make lists. Especially the Pro v. Con lists. When one of life’s little dilemmas creeps up, the diligent make a list, comparing the good and bad, weighing the options and worst case scenario.

I don’t do this. Well, not always. I’m more a go with my gut kind of person. Now that I have a considerable number of decision-making years behind me, I can look back and see this method has not always served me well.

Upon examination, the first thing I realize is that I’m a terrible judge of character. Discouraging, but we’ll leave that for another day. The second is less clear. I’ve made some big decision, often sacrificing a good circumstance for not as good, that ultimately paid off in the end. Or so far, since I haven’t reached “the end” just yet. Thank the heavens.

When I debated whether or not to move halfway across the country, I tried weighing all the facts and factors, but in the end, followed the signs. The town to which I would be moving happen to be a beach town and it was as if life started throwing every “beachy” sign in my way. At a certain point I looked up and yelled, “Fine! I get it!”

And here I am living three miles from the Atlantic. Best move I ever made. However, life wasn’t peachy from day one. Let’s just say life got HARD before it got better. Does that mean I made the wrong decision? I don’t think so.

You might have guessed I’m currently trying to make a decision about something. This isn’t exactly subtle. The good news is, this decision is nowhere near the “moving cross country” or “career changing” sort. But it could impact my bank account and my fragile sanity.

I’m considering adopting another cat. I already have two so you’re probably wondering WHY I’m even thinking about adding another. The answer can only be found in my gut. Every time I go through my local Pet Smart store, I go by the kitties up for adoption. I look and coo and long and then the voice in my head says, “The litter box is bad enough already.” Hang a left and I break the spell.

But the other night, there was this pretty little girl named Sunshine and I can’t get her face out of my head. She’s the right age, the right size, and could fit our little cat pack perfectly. But then there are yearly vet bills and food and litter and litter boxes and what will my current cats think??

I’m torn. Do I go with my gut and believe things will work out? Should I push my luck and hope she’ll slide into the family with no problems? Is giving this sweet kitty a forever home worth all the hassle?