We want something natural
Mom has pushed the Milo issue, but not directly. Actually, I started it by thinking out loud, trying to figure out such a heavy decision. I told Mom it was easy to make the decision with Momma Rat, because she'd bit me-A clear sign she was in pain.
"So are you gonna wait until Milo bites you?" My mother quipped.
"Allow me to rephrase--Whem Momma bit me, it became clear to me that Momma was no longer herself. So too, when Milo stops being himself, I'll know it's time."--When he stops engaging in the things he loves. Which has actually been slowing down. There've been no escape attempts to get outside. And this time of year he's almost constantly pining to go outside. He doesn't greet my father with the same enthusiasm when my father returns from his truck route. And Milo's spending more and more time in his quiet, dark little box in the basement. So the time is near. I need to accept this. Harness some Zen Moments so I can be at peace with all of this. Maybe he'll go naturally--Y'know, just quietly wander off to his dark little box to sleep and not wake up. As long as he acheives peace, that's all that matters.
ANYway--On to a happier topic.
I'm going with Jim to Rendezvous tomorrow. Setting up the tent and spending the night. Jim's bringing me back Friday because we'd both hate to be driving back here at 2 in the morning so I can get to work on time.(It's like a 4 hour drive up there.) It was a sort of last minute decision(things were kinda iffy due to my work this weekend- But Jim figured hell, 2 days is better than none.) ANYway, since it was a last minute decision, we were unable to acquire any authentic 'period' clothing for me to wear. One of the persons we're sharing the campsite with said not to worry about it. "Fuck them people," she said. (Some of the people at Rendezvous get particular about campers who aren't in authentic period dress.)
It's going to be fun, I'm sure. I have a little speck of worry about sticking out like a sore thumb in my blue jeans, but other than that, I can't wait.
"So are you gonna wait until Milo bites you?" My mother quipped.
"Allow me to rephrase--Whem Momma bit me, it became clear to me that Momma was no longer herself. So too, when Milo stops being himself, I'll know it's time."--When he stops engaging in the things he loves. Which has actually been slowing down. There've been no escape attempts to get outside. And this time of year he's almost constantly pining to go outside. He doesn't greet my father with the same enthusiasm when my father returns from his truck route. And Milo's spending more and more time in his quiet, dark little box in the basement. So the time is near. I need to accept this. Harness some Zen Moments so I can be at peace with all of this. Maybe he'll go naturally--Y'know, just quietly wander off to his dark little box to sleep and not wake up. As long as he acheives peace, that's all that matters.
ANYway--On to a happier topic.
I'm going with Jim to Rendezvous tomorrow. Setting up the tent and spending the night. Jim's bringing me back Friday because we'd both hate to be driving back here at 2 in the morning so I can get to work on time.(It's like a 4 hour drive up there.) It was a sort of last minute decision(things were kinda iffy due to my work this weekend- But Jim figured hell, 2 days is better than none.) ANYway, since it was a last minute decision, we were unable to acquire any authentic 'period' clothing for me to wear. One of the persons we're sharing the campsite with said not to worry about it. "Fuck them people," she said. (Some of the people at Rendezvous get particular about campers who aren't in authentic period dress.)
It's going to be fun, I'm sure. I have a little speck of worry about sticking out like a sore thumb in my blue jeans, but other than that, I can't wait.
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