Thursday, April 28, 2011

Cats and things

As she almost always does (she's very good) Daughter 2 phoned tonight. And she seemed so far away - in London. And I hate London. It's so big and noisy and dirty and full of people that you don't know. And she was with her actor fiancé and while he may be a perfectly all right person, he's the reason she's in London living in a one-bedroom rented flat and unless he suddenly becomes successful, I don't see them ever having enough money to lead a life of reasonable comfort. As for starting a family...

So I felt pretty miserable. And sat down to blog. And Sirius came and socialised. He jumped up on my shoulders and walked round and round my shoulders and chest, purring and purring and purring. He then tried his paw at typing and made all sorts of things happen on the screen. Then he jumped up again into my arms and lay under my chin, a warm furry weight. Which was nice, though not conducive to blogging.

Prince William and Kate Middleton get married tomorrow. I don't exactly wish that Daughter 2 was marrying Prince William but at least the royal pair have a house. Several houses, I imagine. And loads of money. Still, I suppose they'll be living in London too, eventually.

I wish I'd realised, before having babies, that they'd go away. I'd have thought more carefully about it. But I'd probably have had them anyway. I wouldn't have known how fast they grow up. But they do. Very very fast. Be warned, mothers of children still at home. Tie strings to them.

12 comments:

Scottish Nanna said...

You Cannot Tie strings to them You can only go with their wishes and hope it will all work out in the end But that never realy happens so grit your teeth and Be there for them to guide them on their way I have been there many times Good luck to you .
Hugs Mary.

Thimbleanna said...

Will DD2 venture out with the crowds tomorrow? Or escape the city? And don't you wish you knew in your 20s what you know now? Somehow, back then, it seemed that love would conquer all. Even lack of money. I hope your little sweetie will come home in a few years. And I hope mine will too.

Molly said...

Cats definitely are a comfort, especially when one is feeling lonely and neglected. They don't argue or talk back, or track mud in the house, or need their shirts washed, or leave towels all over the bathroom floor, or leave their dinner on the table 'til it's old and cold. They don't make the house vibrate with loud music; they're content to listen to any kind of music you fancy. They'll even listen to a dirge with you, as long as you scratch them behind the ears all the while......Still, in spite of all their virtues,it's not quite like having your children around, or at least nearby.
That concludes my ode to cats.

Molly said...

BTW, that's a very nice Annaquilt Cassius is curled up on.......

persiflage said...

Perhaps nomads were really just paying periodic visit to their parents?
I feel for you - and for me. I will probably have to migrate. Again.
Your gorgeous cats do at least give lots of consolation. Though it is not the same and is never enough.

Isabelle said...

No, actually it's a Lindsquilt. But certainly nice. And Sirius doesn't usually get to lie on it.

libby said...

When we had our son a neighbour said 'time flies so quickly..enjoy him every day' and I was so tired that I didn't really believe her...then our daughter was born and I did try to savour each and every day..still do. I love/hate the thought that I am in that little window of opportunity before they get married and move away.....
Isabelle, I am sorry you yearn for 'other' circumstances....feel better.

Relatively Retiring said...

I agree with Scottish Nanna - don't tie strings, but rejoice that you have created independent adults who love you and who are capable of loving others.

Gina E. said...

I'm glad I never had children. When I hear of the heartache they cause their parents (unwittingly or otherwise) I think I can live without that. I remember how upset my father was when I married my first husband, and Dad was right - it didn't work out. Six years down the track I met my second husband-to-be, and Dad was much happier with my choice. He was right again! So, try not to worry. If it doesn't work out for D2, she will go on to better things with experience behind her, and her family's love and support to help her.

Dragonfly Dreams said...

My heart is sad for you, Isabelle. But do know that she loves you very, very much and, because of your love for her, she has been/is able to be so independent and free. {{{{{HUGS}}}}

Big Dave T said...

Hopefully your grandchildren will not be so far away that you can't see them regularly. I never believed in love at first sight until we had our first grandchild.

Have you ever encountered an unusual word, then not long afterwards, encountered it again in a different context? I've been trying to trace a tune I've been hearing on Sirius satellite radio here. Turns out, the song's entitled Sirius, by the Alan Parsons project.

And then I read your blog here . . .

Stomper Girl said...

I'm glad that Sirius came and comforted you. Circumstances may change, re the 1 bedroom flat and the acting career. Maybe they'll work out some timelines ie if you haven't had your big break by this time next year etc. Fingers crossed.