While the title of my entry my be a bit verbose, it describes the past couple of weeks to a science.
Firstly, my inaugural Chorus performance went so well! The perspective
of being a performer on stage is so different than that of a spectator
in the audience…and I like it. Partnering with such
a talented group of individuals and being conducted by such a gifted
visionary was awe inspiring, and brought me much joy.
On Wednesday, my mom and I prepared to travel south to meet up with the
rest of our family for Thanksgiving. This trip also included taking the
turkey we had smoked by a local catering company. As I was loading my
car with clothes and food, the neighbor’s cat was literally sniffing
around my car. Now you must know two things. 1.) I hate cats. Hate.
Them. I have never had a good experience with these vile creatures and
can tell you many horror stories that you may think are fabricated, but
I assure you, they are the honest truth. 2.) The neighbors house, from
which this cat comes, is currently uninhabited. Therefore, the cat is
left to fend for itself. I refuse to feed it. So the hungry, orphan cat was
sniffing around my car, generally getting in the way, and I kept
trying to be nice saying, “Get back, kitty.” Well, as the car door was
shutting behind me, I heard the most awful, blood curdling, cat scream
imaginable. Somehow the cat got too close and found itself shut in my car
door. While briefly pondering if I should leave it there, I realized I
must let it loose or else it would keep screaming (and it wasn’t a
pretty sound). So, I peeked back around my car and saw it’s feet
kicking, trying to pry itself loose. I took pity on the hysterical
animal and opened the car door to allow it to go free. It shot off back toward
the neighbors house and I didn’t see it again until returning home
yesterday evening. Until arriving home I wasn’t for sure if I killed it or not, but apparently only
scared it out of one of its nine lives, and is therefore still wreaking
unfortunate havoc in my life.
The Thanksgiving holiday was a wonderful time to spend with family,
work on my ongoing knitting project, watch fun movies, and rest. My
poor dad was sick most of the weekend, so that made our family feast
feel a void, but a good time was had by all. Before leaving, we began
trimming the tree.