Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

I know, I know…

Author: thenicknick

Okay, so I’m posting a little late today.  My apologies.  There’s a good reason, really.

I just woke up.

And I know that I’ve told you that behind the blog magic, I normally write a post the night before and simply publish in the morning.  That would have been a good plan, but that’s not what happened.  And as always, it’s because my life is pretty much unplanned.

Okay…not exactly.  I’m one heck of a planner, but life seems to throw me curve balls and I need to adjust accordingly.  And in the past, it used to mess with me.  I’d be so focused on sticking to the plan that it made me a little crazy.  Only I have discovered that if I bend a little, if I roll with things more, it’s okay.  The world, or at least my world, doesn’t implode.  Really.

So I’m writing this morning, a little later than normal, and it’s going to be okay.

We were supposed to have friends over last night.  Only they called and plans and changed and we went there instead.  And on the way over, we went to Showmars for dinner.  We actually ate in a restaurant.  This is noteworthy.  We practically NEVER eat in a restaurant.  Don’t get too excited.  Showmars isn’t fancy.  It’s a Greek restaurant where you place your order at the register and they bring it to your table.

Oh, but it was a place of another revelation.  I’m changing a lot.  And one of those changes…coleslaw.  For years I have been convinced that the only coleslaw I like or will eat has to come from KFC.  Well, last week I had coleslaw from Bojangles and I liked it.  And last night I had it from Showmars and I liked it.  Maybe I really simply like coleslaw.  Huh.  Hey, I didn’t say it was some major epiphany, but since it involves me and food, it’s noteworthy.

And the night was fun.  It went like most nights there.  Only not quite.  Lonnie broke his foot so there was no sparring.  Good for me, not so good for the guys.  They love that.  We met another one of their neighbors.  I liked this guy better.  The last one creeped me out.

Oh, and since we’re talking about being creeped out…they have a lizard.  Now, I don’t understand lizards as pets.  When we lived in our first apartment down here, we’d leave the back patio door open all the time in nice weather.  The cat liked to sit outside and sun himself.  And since we were a good fifteen feet off the ground, I never worried about him taking off.  Lizards, however, constantly came in.

They were usually the blue black variety, or the occasional green gecko.  They never spoke.  And they seemed as eager to leave as I was to get rid of them.  To me, not a pet.  And I suppose part of that has to do with what they eat.

So, Lonnie and Lindsay had taken Miss Cleo, who it turns out should have been named MR. Leo, to the vet.  He had a case of worms from a bad cricket.  Seriously.  (I’m not a fan of indoor crickets either.)  Now they had to give the lizard antibiotics and other meds.  And the vet recommended a change in diet.

Lindsay: Have you ever seen a Madagascan roach?

To be honest, I’m pretty sure the ones that climb out of the sewers around here are simply labeled as the common Palmetto bug, but I’ve never asked them for passports, papers or other identification before crushing them, so who knows?

And they brought over a Rubbermaid container that held a slew of these special roaches scampering around.  Miss Cleo’s food.  Yum.  And I was standing behind HIS chair as we looked at them.  I leaned over and whispered.

me: It’s all I can do to not stomp them right now.

HE smiled.

Then it was feeding time.  And soon Miss Cleo is placed in a big plastic container with one of these roaches.  Oh, and HE picked the roach and put it in there.  (I made him wash his hands before ever touching me again…with soap!)

It was like fight club.  Only…I’m talking about it.  And it wasn’t exactly an even match up.  I was hard put to root for either.  Yet, I’m glad their lizard is getting better.  They are rather attached since they’ve had him/her eight years.  And I’m glad the new food agrees with him.  And I’m really glad that HE has never suggested we might need a lizard to round out the family.

We came home around midnight.  And we started to get ready for bed, but…the kittens needed us.  Yes, we ended up playing with them for a while.  And the runt needed a feeding.  And while I moved to warm the bottle, HE insisted upon doing it.

There’s something so wonderful about seeing HIM, this big often gruff man, warming a bottle.  Yeah, I get all warm and fuzzy inside.  And my biological clock starts ticking like this.

HE wanted to feed the baby.  We’re a little concerned because the other eye hasn’t opened entirely.  We may be raising a Popeye.  I’m not going to sweat it.  Just like I didn’t sweat it when he took back that Rachel could keep a kitten.

HIM: This is the part I was worried about.

We were sitting there playing with the kittens, picking them up and loving on them one after another so they all received equal attention.  He would hold them against his chest and let them nuzzle into his neck.  Awwww!  That’s one of my favorites spots.

me: What part?

HIM: The attachment part.

I smirked.  I couldn’t help it.  I know him.

HIM: You know me.  I’m an animal lover.

Yeah.  I know.  That’s how we ended up with Gracey.  And if we can’t find a home for all of them…ugh, I shudder to think.

Kittens, anyone?

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