Timmy Goes Outside

I know the world is in turmoil and everything's going to crap, but since I'm feeling helpless to do anything about it, I'm just going to write about my kitten. That may not help the world, but it will let me disappear for a minute or two into a safe place. So, I decided to give Timmy a treat and let him outside. The big cat, Sam, came to me as an outdoor cat, so he's always been allowed outside. Timmy's been desperate to join him but since I figure he's owl meat being so little, I can't really let him out. He was so happy to be outside! He was jumping around in the leaves, having a grand old time. Sam kept an eye on him and also chased him around a bit. Then Tim decided to climb a tree. Zip, up the trunk he went, about halfway and then he realized he would have to get down, so he started scooting back down. He tried that a second time and I decided not to panic. He is a cat after all, cats climb trees. I figured he would be able to make it back down, which he did. Then he discovered the area under the porch where Sam likes to hang out when it's cold or wet out, except he couldn't figure how to get back out and tried to squeeze himself through the wooden lattice. After helping him out of there I scooped him up (much to his protests) and brought him inside, safe and sound. This adventure is sure to be continued. (Sorry if I've lost the reader. My life isn't all that interesting.)

After Thanksgiving on Thursday evening, my friend Terry and I went out dancing. Quite the experience, two white girls in an all black private party. The sistas were not too happy with us, but we still had a good time. On the way back I told her that I had heard that the Carolina Place Mall was opening around midnight for shopping but she didn't believe me. We drove by and started to laugh our heads off. The parking lot was jammed, the mall was packed, people actually had gotten out of bed to begin their Black Friday shopping at 1 in the morning. I am so glad I don't buy into that craziness! But being a business woman I was happy for the merchants.

Now for what you’ve all been waiting (meaning Emily and mom, my only readers), Match.com is a hoot. It’s given my life new meaning. 80 men have viewed my profile and about 12 have winked or emailed me. Of those, 10% are good ol’ country boys who ride Harleys and like to fish, 10% have canned responses, to the point that Terry and I compared notes and we both have the same email from some freak in Maryland, 60% are old, fat and ugly, 10% don’t use spell check (automatic deduction) and 10% are maybe, kind of potentials. I’m actually waiting by the phone for one guy who really, really wanted to meet for coffee today, but he hasn’t called. So, keep your fingers crossed and continue to pray for me. More to follow!

Tomorrow's a new day. Tomorrow will bring new adventures to share with you. Everyday is a blessing, everyday I will try to visualize peace, not only for myself but for everyone I love, and those living in turmoil.

Sara Abrams
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