Some weeks are better than others...

Some days are better than others by U2 off
Zooropa, 1993

Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, others days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor

On Wednesday night, as my husband and I were going to sleep, we heard a cat meowing under our window. I had returned a certain gray female cat to her owner about a month ago and I figured this same cat was lost again.

My husband went outside. He called the cat over to him and it came, purring. He brought the cat in and upon closer inspection we realized this was not the same cat. This cat was distinctly male.

Once inside, this cat rolled over in my husband's arms, began loudly purring and begged for his belly to be rubbed. Upon the requested rubbing, the cat began drooling in delight. I could see Cupid's arrow strike my husband between the eyes; I saw the little hearts floating around his head. Love had walked in on four paws.

We put him in the garage, fed him, gave him water and a cat box. We agreed I would take him to the vet the next day. We needed to get him tested for feline leukemia. Feline leukemia is a contagious debilitating disease. My cat, Sydney, has chronic renal failure and I could not in good conscience bring in a cat that could compromise her immune system, further.

There were a few tense moments as we waited for the test results. Thankfully, he came back negative. So, we had him deloused and vaccinated. He had found himself a home. We've named him Sterling, since he's shiny silver white, with a dark gray undercoat patina.

Some days you work, most days you're lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby
Lookin' for Jesus and his Mother
Some days are better than others

Friday was a bit of a disaster. I had to drop off some cookies and brownies for a school carnival. The school population is mostly children of migrant farm workers and our church has given books, time (ESL tutoring) and money to help improve the school. Their annual fundraising carnival is today. I volunteered to provide some treats.

I also had to drop off some items for a garage sale we were supposed to be having with some friends of ours. My van, however, decided to have a hemorrhage in it's cooling system. Luckily, my husband was driving, because it stalled on the highway. I would not have wanted to handle that by myself. Then, once we got to the school it died. We tried filling the reservoir with water, but it came gushing out. We had it towed to the dealer -- it was just there a week ago getting a new starter sensor. The vehicle is 14 years old - I think it's waving the white flag.

So, we're not sure how much it will cost to fix it. The service department will let us know on Monday. We can't afford another car until we're done paying child support for my stepdaughter. Just one more year...

Some days... it all adds up
And what you got is enough
Somedays are better than others

Peace