In a fleeting moment...

A coworker of mine stopped by this morning to use the fax and say hi, and we got to talking about a recent stray kitty the honey and I had taken in and finally found a home for. She had been someone that was interested, but unsure at the time. She was in the process of closing on a new house and already had way too much on her plate, never mind introducing a new furry baby into her life. And then she told me about Kylie...

About 2 weeks ago, her nephew found a young and very friendly kitten in the road. He was concerned that it would get hit or hurt (it walked up to anyone and anything), so he took it in and gave it a temporary home, with the excitement of giving it to his girlfriend after they got back from a long weekend at the beach. The girlfriend's parents (both of the kids still lived at home) were less than thrilled with the idea of having a new furry baby and offered a hearty "no way", so the kitten was offered to my coworker. She went over the their house (just a town away) to meet the kitten, thought she was "just the sweetest thing", and said she'd think about it.

The following morning, the local news headline read "Lee County man drowns at Panama City Beach". It was her nephew. He got caught in a riptide and was pulled under... while he girlfriend was watching from the beach. He was 26 years old. He had just begun figuring out 'who he was', had a good job, and had fallen in love. His name was Kyle.

The kitten he rescued? She lives with the girlfriend and her family. They named her Kylie.

Creaking floors and whispering ghosts

Hello Blog, how've you been? Me?? Pretty dang good (new word for me = dang). Getting closer to the edge though... 36 days, 20 hours, 16 minutes and 14 seconds to be exact. Summer was great and we got to see, touch and taste some fantastic experiences. Always a good thing.

So, here's September. Weather's still hotter than hot, sitting in the mid to high 90's... ug. I welcomed the month with an unwelcome business trip for the honey. Two days short of a week... alone... in this beautiful, but sometimes eerie house. Where the floors creak and the old walls and windows breath with the wind. Me. Alone. The one with the exorbitant imagination. Thoughts of the crazy neighbor to the right of us, memories of the break-in last summer, and a whole lotta violence in the community make my head spin to the point of whip-lash at every unexplained sound. Oh my. Momma needs a sleep aid, lol.

I started psyching myself up for (almost) a week's worth of evenings chillaxing in front of the computer with a glass of wine, editing & organizing photo's... it was just the time between Jay Leno and the morning news that I don't know how to deal with. So far, I've got 2 night's under my belt. One sans sleep and the other slightly restless, but leaving me with enough energy to muddle through 41 minutes on the treadmill this morning, lol. And it helps that I got my fav machine, located right in front of the TV tuned to ESPN. Rock on Sports Center. Hopefully each night gets better and before I know it the honey will be beside me again :)

Wish me luck, Blog. Talk to you soon...