Wake Me When September Comes...

More photos of my darling Pip.

Tabs is ill with a slight fever and cold bug. She passed her swimming and confesses to love swimming--this is wonderful considering the mental block she had against swimming last year.

Mist passed her swimming as well. I attempted to register them in dance at the Canadian School of Ballet and both girls chose to do a class in musical theatre/jazz. Piano lessons start this week and of course, school. I have to pay $200 a child to have my girls on a school bus. It is robbery considering we live too far for any child to walk to school--an hour and 1/2 walk up steep hills for Tabs and an over two hour walk for Mist.

I took my sister Miranda's advice and grocery shopped early this morn--I hate grocery shopping, so it is nice to have it over with so early in the day.

Starting Monday, I will have my Zen back on--no more sleeping in past 5:30 and missing the gym! No, I am back on for the new school year.

I must get an overview of my thesis project to my supervisor this week. That is what I shall be working on.

Thinking about a movie tonight with Peter, "Moon."

Miranda's fam and my fam are hosting wine and cheese for a couple from Hawaii (Joop's Nephew and wife). They are checking out our homes for a possible house switch this Christmas. Their son just started Uni at UBCO. My family and Miranda's would spend Christmas in Kona, Hawaii and they would spend Christmas in our homes visiting their son. I hope it works out as we'd all love to visit Kona in a few months! Theresa and fam stopped by Thursday night and all of us met the Hawaii family and friends at Joey's for an enjoyable meal. We all chatted so much that the waitress was frustrated as no one was interested in ordering food until late!

I have reached a Buddhist based philosophical decision. It is the hardest decision I have had to make in a long while. My Persian cat Silver seems to be going down hill mentally. For the past five years he has become intolerable to live with. He insists on peeing and pooping anywhere but his little box. I have tried EVERYTHING--drugs, new litter, new box, new confined living area etc. Although he is now confined to living in the laundry/ front entrance area, he manages to create at least 3-5 messes a day for me to clean up. So, with a heavy heart, and an exhausted mind, I realize he is not fit for cohabiting with our family. We must give him up. It is tragic, as I have always had a cat my entire life, yet now I no longer can have one for many years--a new cat would smell all the places Silver urinated and may mark as well.