Is this Your Big, Beautiful Cat?

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A few weeks ago, I busted a handsome, big, bushy-tailed cat eating our cats’ food in the garage where we have an enclosed food hutch. It’s designed to keep out birds and dumb feral cats. It’s for our own cats. … Continue reading

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I almost forgot to post! This morning I wasn’t feeling so great, and slogged through my day. It isn’t easy to flip the switch and write every day. This blog is an indication that I sometimes don’t hit it outta the park. As this day draws to a close, I thought I’d pop in with something. Especially since Carrie-Ann said to me today that she noticed I had yet to blog, and we were already on our way home from the Mothership.

Someone noticed. Yay! I feel as if no one does, and I’ve heard more than once it’s a PITA for my spouse to submit my one and only comment of the day. Sigh.

When someone drops out of life, on purpose, headed toward other adventures, or duties, without a peep to those of us who miss them, it kinda sucks that you’re not worth a little heads-up or a howdy on social media. I don’t know about you, but I always think the worst. Are they OK? Are they alive? Are they in a dungeon? Did they make that final big drop? Eventually, we are reconnected and all is well. That feeling lifts your spirits. You don’t feel so burdened with worry. Smiles come easy again.

Then there are those who drop out of life completely by accident. Ryan Suenaga, for instance. He’s our friend who fell to his death while hiking Olomana with a group on Easter morning. That was a very difficult reality for many of us to face. Ryan made so many friends here on Earth. I was in his IRL periphery, others only knew him through social media, and yet others, such as Team Fatty, knew him through his tireless efforts to help with Livestrong, and through his ride last summer in Philly.

Now the Hawaii community is worried about Are Hjorungnes, a visiting professor to the University of Hawaii from Norway, who has been missing a few days since he and a group of ultra runners launched for an excursion on Oahu’s Northwestern side, starting at Peacock Flats and into the mountains. Some of these runners don’t pack the GPS or a cellular phone. More like shorts, a bottle of water and the shoes they can get dirty. I think many of us are hopeful that Are will emerge, a little worse for wear, but alive, any moment now. We want that. We don’t want to lose another comrade while they pursue the beauty of Hawaii from its highest precipices. Come on, Are. Come home!

What gives us hope? There have been people in the past who have been found alive. And today there is this news about a Washington State trooper found alive after three days. He did have the survival equipment that helped rescuers find him.

Let’s hope for the best. And those of you free spirits who think we don’t miss you? How about a little virtual smoke signal once in a while?

Love, me.