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Woke up at one-thirty. Coco and Ash were ready to eat. Then I slept good and did not wake up until five-thirty, and none of the cats were there. Here is where I was unable to fall back asleep. I gave up close to six-thirty. Coco and Ash were ready to come in. But no sign of Sammy all night. I am afraid that he was waiting at three and four in the morning in vain and gave up, and we missed each other, but I don't know. I am a little worried.
Dec. 10th, 2011
More rain. It started around noon. Not hard. But constant. We have surface water.
Pop heard that it is suppose to be this way tomorrow, too. So, I'm glad the cats had the last two nights to enjoy their moonlight prowling, because they are going to be cooped up indoors for a while.
Pop heard that it is suppose to be this way tomorrow, too. So, I'm glad the cats had the last two nights to enjoy their moonlight prowling, because they are going to be cooped up indoors for a while.
December 8, 1995, Friday
Dec. 10th, 2011 04:33 pmPop takes Mother to the emergency room after she has more difficulty breathing. She is hospitalized with double pneumonia.
Monk feels the pain of his marginalization, as Jack and Jill and Pop visit Mother while he is bound home.
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December 10, 2011
It is noted in an entry a few days later, on Tuesday, that she returns and tries to quit smoking. It is interesting to me that I should have felt a need to visit her. In recent years, I can imagine myself being indifferent, not truly feeling much of a personal bond, not with her or anyone else, that there just is not that love. It is not that I would not have cared whether she lives or dies, but that I would not have felt a need to go out of my way to be with her. I would have enjoyed the opportunity to have the house to myself.
Monk feels the pain of his marginalization, as Jack and Jill and Pop visit Mother while he is bound home.
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December 10, 2011
It is noted in an entry a few days later, on Tuesday, that she returns and tries to quit smoking. It is interesting to me that I should have felt a need to visit her. In recent years, I can imagine myself being indifferent, not truly feeling much of a personal bond, not with her or anyone else, that there just is not that love. It is not that I would not have cared whether she lives or dies, but that I would not have felt a need to go out of my way to be with her. I would have enjoyed the opportunity to have the house to myself.
devastation
Dec. 10th, 2011 09:15 pmI stepped out to take the trash out, and, man, I was surprised by the devastation. So, you don't need a heavy, loud storm; a steady, persistent rain will do you nicely.
I am glad to see that Neighbor Dog seems to be in the house. He certainly is not in that little pen. It's not freezing, but what mess and discomfort.
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I was wrong about Neighbor Dog. During a bathroom run in the middle of the night, I heard him barking. At least it is not especially cold. An unwanted animal. He was so made to be part of a loving family.
I am glad to see that Neighbor Dog seems to be in the house. He certainly is not in that little pen. It's not freezing, but what mess and discomfort.
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I was wrong about Neighbor Dog. During a bathroom run in the middle of the night, I heard him barking. At least it is not especially cold. An unwanted animal. He was so made to be part of a loving family.