To provide closure, anticipating Twelfth Night
A true story to start the new year with. Elinor's collar and tag,
saying "Ellie" on one side & my cell phone number on the other, came
off. I found it on the floor and put it by my bedside early in the
morning. She will come up to me and cuddle. This morning high up on
her cat tree nearby I called to her to come down, as in "Elinor,
come!" She proceeds to climb down, then I thought she spotted the
collar, and stayed put. Fiona comes over, grabs the collar with her
mouth and trots away! Then Elinor proceeds down. It felt coordinated.
I get out of bed and down the hall under a short cat tree facing my
room, I find said collar. It felt coordinated.
And for closure to the holiday cycle, Christmas Eve and the next I
watched Arnaud Desplechin's Christmas Tale (story of a family
Christmas in Roubiliac where the family house is, nearly 3 hours, from
a few days before to a few after). Last night I watched Richard
Attenborough's Shadowlands, an adaptation and modification of C. S.
Lewis's _Surprised by Joy_, featuring Anthony Hopkins, Debra Winger
and Edward Hardewicke (it has become yet more meaningful since my
stroke and ministroke).
Ellen
Ellen Moody
