Monday, January 9, 2017

16 Years, 6 Months, 6 Days


This morning I found you asleep for the final time. You were still purring when I said a final goodnight. Yesterday you showed me you were done. If you made it to this morning, I was going to take you to the vet. But, you went on your own terms.

Karl’s favorite memory of you will always be coming around the side of the house and seeing you hanging on to the edge of the bathroom window with your back paws scraping frantically for a hold on the stucco.

My mom’s favorite memory is of how sweet you were and kept her company after her eye surgery when she recuperated in the “Cats’ room” at our house in Scottsdale.

You were a cuddler, a climber, and an escape artist. If you could get to a higher perch, you wanted to be there. If there was another door leading closer to outside, you had to be there scratching and meowing for a release.

You moved with me six times and were the only pet I’ve named by myself (partially inspired by a band that will not be named here and a Tori Amos song).

Your eyes were the prettiest green.

Opito, Joopitr, Jupiter.

Our solar system is lonelier without you.

You were loved and will be missed dearly.

3 July 2000 - 9 January 2017

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Blogging (Life) Obstacles ... and SMASHING Them

I originally started this blog when Karl and I were in the initial planning phase of moving to Minnesota. That reality feels so removed from where I am today. I'm sitting at a messy table (same one where this blog started) in a different room in a different state. It's a gorgeous November day, unusually warm for Minnesota standards (70 degrees!!) Ok. I had to relocate to our back deck. I knew it was nice out, but wow!! The 3 kiddos are all napping. It’s bliss. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

One Step, Two Steps

I normally write when I’m down or ugly angry or have had a bad day. While it’s been a day of many emotions, it’s overall been a good day. Lately, the good have outweighed the bad which, in turn, is helping the good moments to come more often.

I have a new nurse practitioner psychiatrist who is wonderful. I’m so thankful that she happened to relocate to a clinic near my work since the previous one is over an hour drive away. Besides the two clinicians working in an office specialized that ante and postpartum periods, she’s the first who has said that I have postpartum depression/anxiety.

Some of you may wonder why that matters. I was pretty sure I was struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety after both Miss S and Mr. C were born. But, I’m not a nurse practitioner or doctor. Nurses can’t diagnose (even though most of the time we are right with our hunches). Without having a diagnosing medical professional say that I was experiencing postpartum mood disorders, it was just my “thinking” that my symptoms matched.