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October fog and Newcat.
Oct. 19th, 2023 05:26 pmwork was wonderful but I'm completely exhausted, oof.
one more day and then I have Saturday off.
I forgot the whole point of posting this morning was to mention the fog.
I grew up in this city, and October fog is a regular thing in the morning. The orangy leaves glowing through the soft pale air. It's one of my favorite things. One of the reasons I love October so much.
My mom took me out of school when I was ten, and I started skating not long after. So I could stay at the mall later than the other kids who had to go to school. I would take the city bus home, alone, at 10:15am. A gentle, quiet, easy ride, usually. In sweaty skating clothes with my skates in a bag, exhausted from four hours of training but happy to be heading home and not to a school (where I was getting socially bullied, and sometimes physically attacked).
I would walk through the quiet neighborhood in rapture at the foggy scenery and the changing foliage. Everything was so magical.
I would get home and sit at the kitchen counter and have oatmeal, my cat Newcat would sit next to me and wait for a chance to sip the milk, but mostly she just wanted to be next to me. We would sit together side by side while I ate, every morning, quietly, the kids in a lull after morning activities (my mom did day-care) and not quite ready for lunch (mom would often be starting to cook or prepare whatever was being served for lunch that day - often sandwiches (always with whole wheat bread) with sliced fruit and veggies, or sometimes she would cook pizza with home made whole grain crust, sometimes it would be a giant pot of chicken noodle soup, sometimes mac and cheese with peanut butter and apples.
the sun would slowly burn off the fog and I would pet and nuzzle New - her fur smelled like fall leaves. She was a long hair tortoise shell and the best smelling cat I've ever known. She looked like a little owl with perfectly pointed ears and brown/black/orange fur and big yellow eyes. I loved her with all my heart. I taught her how to roll over. she was very food motivated. She slept with me often. I miss her still. I miss her fur. I miss her trust. I miss how much she always seemed to be happy that I was around. I wish I hadn't left her for college. College was stupid, I don't know why I went. All that time and expense, for what. I didn't retain anything I "learned" there, I didn't make any friends. I should have just stayed with my cat and kept skating.
one more day and then I have Saturday off.
I forgot the whole point of posting this morning was to mention the fog.
I grew up in this city, and October fog is a regular thing in the morning. The orangy leaves glowing through the soft pale air. It's one of my favorite things. One of the reasons I love October so much.
My mom took me out of school when I was ten, and I started skating not long after. So I could stay at the mall later than the other kids who had to go to school. I would take the city bus home, alone, at 10:15am. A gentle, quiet, easy ride, usually. In sweaty skating clothes with my skates in a bag, exhausted from four hours of training but happy to be heading home and not to a school (where I was getting socially bullied, and sometimes physically attacked).
I would walk through the quiet neighborhood in rapture at the foggy scenery and the changing foliage. Everything was so magical.
I would get home and sit at the kitchen counter and have oatmeal, my cat Newcat would sit next to me and wait for a chance to sip the milk, but mostly she just wanted to be next to me. We would sit together side by side while I ate, every morning, quietly, the kids in a lull after morning activities (my mom did day-care) and not quite ready for lunch (mom would often be starting to cook or prepare whatever was being served for lunch that day - often sandwiches (always with whole wheat bread) with sliced fruit and veggies, or sometimes she would cook pizza with home made whole grain crust, sometimes it would be a giant pot of chicken noodle soup, sometimes mac and cheese with peanut butter and apples.
the sun would slowly burn off the fog and I would pet and nuzzle New - her fur smelled like fall leaves. She was a long hair tortoise shell and the best smelling cat I've ever known. She looked like a little owl with perfectly pointed ears and brown/black/orange fur and big yellow eyes. I loved her with all my heart. I taught her how to roll over. she was very food motivated. She slept with me often. I miss her still. I miss her fur. I miss her trust. I miss how much she always seemed to be happy that I was around. I wish I hadn't left her for college. College was stupid, I don't know why I went. All that time and expense, for what. I didn't retain anything I "learned" there, I didn't make any friends. I should have just stayed with my cat and kept skating.
