We hunted for Molly for days, but our hopes diminished with each passing hour. When strong winds brought the rain, I shuddered thinking of her hiding somewhere alone and cold. And when the snow fell, I actually hoped she had died so she did not have to endure the harsh conditions. We looked in every possible nook in the yard and talked with neighbors. The neighbor to the west said she didn't even know we had an old gray cat cause she had never seen her in all the years they've lived there.
I decided the realistic possibilities were too grim to ponder, so the boys and I began to make up happier possibilities. She's ticking off items on her bucket list. She's backpacking to California, taking a train to NYC, heading south to visit cousins in Kentucky. Or, in a nod to Paddy's back story, she's returned to her home planet where she will reign as queen. Wherever she is, I hope she is at peace, for she gave us much joy for nearly twenty years.
On top of that, the week was full of cook classes, gear rentals, set break down and the installation of the new floor in our bedroom. We worked on flooring from 8 to noon with Terry, then spent 1-5 at school. We could not have packed more into each day. By Thursday night, we could barely move. Fortunately, our flight to California was at 6:00 pm Friday, so we had all day to do laundry, clean and pack.
Being here in LA with Colin and April was the perfect way to bring a sad and strenuous week to a close. On Saturday, we began the day with a fabulous southwest style breakfast prepared by our son, who happens to be a great cook. Then we hiked for miles through the hills of Elysian Park, had Vietnamese noodles for lunch and pizza for supper. Today, we had an LA brunch, traveled to Venice Beach, and had tacos for a late lunch. I think I've gained five pounds this weekend. All the while, we visit, talk politics, rest, and laugh. Family is the best therapy.
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