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First Things First.
Aug. 14th, 2005 10:20 pmHappy Birthday, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wickedtrue!!!
For you, a sonnet quoted from one of my alter egos.
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
And from me: I hope you have the best year imaginable. I consider myself so lucky to have run into you and I'm thrilled that I get to play with you the way we do, and... and... and... may your year be SCARILY good and full of all wonderful things and lots of your best dreams coming true.
Birthday greetings #2.
Since it's already tomorrow where she is:
Happy Birthday,shellebelle93!!!
You are one of the sweetest, most compassionate people I know. You're always there with a shoulder when someone needs it, or a word of encouragement, or an agreement when I think I'm the only person in the world who feels like I do. I wish for you an end to all your job-related woes, everything you want for yourself and your family, and tons of extra fun, because you so deserve it.
Wow. Real Life Attacks with a Vengeance.
Yesterday was an entirely different kind of day. Today, now that the shock kind of wore off, we spent the day together tooling around in the air-conditioned car. We went to a furniture store just because, and ate lunch out, and went and looked at rugs and saw some really pretty ones. Got back here and Mitch and I sat out on the deck with our laptops, because it was probably 7 or 8 degrees cooler out there and on a day when it's in the upper 90s, that's a big difference. The family that computes together...
Hannah made memorial to all our cats who've died (she said it wasn't just for Scamp, although she did make it yesterday). She and Mitch went and picked a big rock and cleaned it, and she painted a pair of angel wings and a heart on it, and today they placed it in the garden under one of our maple trees, and she set out a little bowl with water for any kitties (of the ghost variety or otherwise) who might wander by.
I wouldn't have thought that lack of Scamp would be as noticeable as it has been, but it really is. I miss her. Even though she didn't do much, she was still affectionate in her own way. I think it hit me hardest yesterday when I was throwing away all her heart meds and leftover antibiotics.
Sigh. At least this is the first time I've been this choked up over it all day. I hate that logical voice that says it was all for the best! because it butts head with the emotional voice that goes my kitty is dead and she's never, ever coming back. I have to listen to them both.
Sometimes, my brain is a very crowded place.
That's why I took it to Mars. And at least some of you know exactly what I'm talking about.
wickedtrue!!!For you, a sonnet quoted from one of my alter egos.
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
And from me: I hope you have the best year imaginable. I consider myself so lucky to have run into you and I'm thrilled that I get to play with you the way we do, and... and... and... may your year be SCARILY good and full of all wonderful things and lots of your best dreams coming true.
Birthday greetings #2.
Since it's already tomorrow where she is:
Happy Birthday,
shellebelle93!!!You are one of the sweetest, most compassionate people I know. You're always there with a shoulder when someone needs it, or a word of encouragement, or an agreement when I think I'm the only person in the world who feels like I do. I wish for you an end to all your job-related woes, everything you want for yourself and your family, and tons of extra fun, because you so deserve it.
Wow. Real Life Attacks with a Vengeance.
Yesterday was an entirely different kind of day. Today, now that the shock kind of wore off, we spent the day together tooling around in the air-conditioned car. We went to a furniture store just because, and ate lunch out, and went and looked at rugs and saw some really pretty ones. Got back here and Mitch and I sat out on the deck with our laptops, because it was probably 7 or 8 degrees cooler out there and on a day when it's in the upper 90s, that's a big difference. The family that computes together...
Hannah made memorial to all our cats who've died (she said it wasn't just for Scamp, although she did make it yesterday). She and Mitch went and picked a big rock and cleaned it, and she painted a pair of angel wings and a heart on it, and today they placed it in the garden under one of our maple trees, and she set out a little bowl with water for any kitties (of the ghost variety or otherwise) who might wander by.
I wouldn't have thought that lack of Scamp would be as noticeable as it has been, but it really is. I miss her. Even though she didn't do much, she was still affectionate in her own way. I think it hit me hardest yesterday when I was throwing away all her heart meds and leftover antibiotics.
Sigh. At least this is the first time I've been this choked up over it all day. I hate that logical voice that says it was all for the best! because it butts head with the emotional voice that goes my kitty is dead and she's never, ever coming back. I have to listen to them both.
Sometimes, my brain is a very crowded place.
That's why I took it to Mars. And at least some of you know exactly what I'm talking about.
