I always miss Jon when he’s away, but today I really missed him. He’s in New York at a Yankees game with his daughter Emma and her husband Jay. I’ve seen enough baseball games to last me the rest of my life, so I stayed home with the animals. And today it seemed like we have twice as many animals as we did yesterday.
I can’t say I didn’t realize how much Jon takes care of Fate. Because I’m aware of those times when I’d actually rather wash the dishes or do the laundry and let Jon deal with her. But with Jon away, some extra little devil erupted in her.
She dug up the begonia in the flower pot outside my studio door, knocked over a candle spilling wax, but luckily not setting anything on fire, threw up on my studio floor, and chased a chipmunk during our walk in the woods disappearing for a scary five minutes or so (probably eating what she would later puke up in my studio).
By the afternoon, I was longing for Lenore and blessing Red.
But finally, finally, around 9pm she curled up in her bed with her new squeaky, stuffed, eggplant and fell asleep. And in all her quiet stillness, all is forgiven and forgotten…..until tomorrow.