It began as a beautiful, although cloudy, morning, and has become an afternoon and evening of pouring rain. Sheets of it, straight down.
I have a trap out for the Shelter Valley kitty (who hasn't been seen since I touched her last week. I guess I should have netted her). I may as well go close it. I doubt she'll venture forth from shelter tonight.
I find myself at a loss for words. I keep thinking "Oh, I should blog," and throughout the day I can "see" myself blogging. But when I have a few minutes that I might sit down, weariness sets in. Boredom. Overwork. Blah, blah, blah. I roll through the real estate ads for houses in Owego, thinking what I need is a life with humans in it, but then I sit here on my porch and realize I'm barely hanging on to a dream. Would I really let it go? I could do cat rescue probably more efficiently and more within my means in a cheap house with a nicely redone garage (although you never know if people might freak and yell "hoarder!" if they see cats peering out of windows. Can you blame them? Opening "to the public" to alleviate those fears would probably require zoning requests that would not be granted.) But from here, should the opportunity arise, I could one day build my small education center and surgery suite for spay/neuter.
I keep thinking there must be a way to put more hours in the day and more money in the bank. Time, especially, seems to drain through my fingers.
I was looking forward to the SACA conference in Jekyll Island this July. The idea of three or four days with good people, and a quiet bike ride on the long empty beaches sustained me through this winter. Unfortunately, the conference has been cancelled--something I only noticed when I visited the web page to verify the time to book my flight and send some shelter visit ideas off to my supervisor.
So I guess I'll just sigh wistfully over last years photos.
The rain is ending. I think I'll jump in the car and go check that trap and close it for the night. Maybe Molly would like to go for a ride.
