The Kittens Have A Home (And It's Not Mine)

Well, I expected today to be a better day, and it did not disappoint.

Three hours were spent in blissful solitude as I sat tucked away in the old curator's office of the museum. My postcard assignment continues and for the most of the morning, I read through fragments of a pre-World War I era. I've said it before and I'll say it again... this is right up my alley. If only a volunteer position could miraculously transform into a paid position, all would be perfect in my world. The husband keeps telling me I should pursue a master's in museum studies and I keep telling him, "If only I were twenty years younger." I don't know. I might apply for entrance into our local university that offers such a program. I might. Things like more loans and oral exams (for acceptance) scare the heck out of me, to tell you the truth.

If only I had a job.

But then again, I was thanking the Lord this morning that I am available to take the kids to school and pick them up; that I'm available to take to them to appointments and not stress about how we're going to get them here or there; and that I look forward (for the most part) to planning meals and cleaning house and doing other mundane daily tasks.

This is the occasional pep talk that always works.

At any rate, I topped off the day with my pre-planned pumpkin spice latte and sat outside in a sticky, ninety-plus degree kind of southern, September day. I thoroughly enjoyed it. At home, my girl sat with me as I sorted through my dresser drawers and closet space (bonding time, she called it) and later served up supper to three teenage boys (of which only one belonged to me). The husband left to get parts for our tired van and I fixed a cup of decaf.

Like I said, a definitely better day.

And, lest I forget, remember our kitten dilemma from a few weeks ago? It turns out that the mama cat-  the cat that we thought was a stray all summer long and ruined our screens and filled our shed with fleas, actually belongs to our neighbor.

Doesn't take a genius to figure out where the kittens are tonight, does it?