I can’t believe it is June already. Let me take that back — it is WELL into June. The days, weeks and years just fly by. It seems like they move too fast and they move to slow. The only thing that multiplies is my number of blogs…which the number to maintain seem to be growing faster than the number of blog posts I actually write!
I called Dad today to wish him a Happy Father’s Day… it was good to chat with him and Mom and sister Jill. I’m happy that everyone is is in good health and spirits. I love my family and often wish I could be physically closer to them.
I’ve been a bit down lately for lots of reasons. I’ve been working hard at real estate but feel like it is effort in circles at times. Lately, I’ve been helping my friend Lee out while he was out of town. Just as it happened, last year…he planned a trip and his business skyrocketed. While he was gone (though this time he was online and doing some work) we closed 2 escrows, opened two short sale processes and opened another escrow. It was busy and fun. In real estate, even when you think things will be easy…something goes awry. What it really made me realize is that no matter how hard you work, very few clients are truly appreciative. In the meantime, a ex-client (you find out they are an ex-client when you see their house on the MLS) decided to list her house with someone else for $60,000 more than I recommended for a quick sale. I wish her luck…she is now priced to follow the market down.
What really brings me down is my sick kitty. Many people probably think that “kitty” would be little Truffle, Truff-ley, Truffley-Butt but I’m happy to say that Truffle is a wonderful healthy 9-lb bundle of love. She constantly amuses us with playing fetch, helping clean the litter, hiding “under the dishwasher” and always finding new ways to make us laugh.
Our sick kitty is 12-year old Mooshie. She was diagnosed a while back with IBD — Inflammatory Bowel Disease. For Mooshie, that means small intestine issues and diarrhea. With daily prednisone pills, we were able to live with her “pudding” stools. Her issues often would get so painful that she throws up afterward. The other night, poor baby YOWLED out in pain in the middle of the night. The next morning, she just hid under the bed and wouldn’t eat. So we took her off to a new vet.
The vet felt an obstruction so we decided to give her an enema but still nothing. We came home with antibiotics and a special diet. Poor thing is so little and skinny. She has been a trooper about taking her pills and will eat if I hand feed her. She has had “drips and drabs” but no major progress. She seemed a little better but is not very happy. My kitties aren’t happy and I’m not happy.
Looking for better days ahead…