Hedgehog

On Cats and Light

Who would have thought I'd be happier than I've ever been, living and working in an area I've tried my best to leave?

It happens. I still have an axe over my head at ** where I work, but that's just a fact of life I accept. If you have to go to work every day, this is one of the better places to go. I'm not terribly busy most of the time, so all I have to do is show up and look pretty. This gives me time to work on my second source of income, or Plan B as I like to call it. I've been writing radio scripts for some Pretty. Big. Companies. Tylenol, Sara Lee, HP. It give me a chance to be creative - something that's anathema here - and they pay me handsomely. No, they pay me Prince Charmingly. This affords me a life rather than just paying bills. I have a horse; I've participated in two local shows so far this summer. I take Krav Maga twice a week which hopefully will turn me into a lean, mean fighting machine. I've already got the Mean part down pat.

And the cat, Max, is establishing himself well in the household. I call him "Love Beast" because he's the biggest baby. He likes to sleep next to me as close as he can get, resting his head on my leg, and throwing one of his little arms around it as well. It's July in central Pennsylvania and I can't tolerate this for too long, but it IS sweet. My darling Julius used to do the same thing.

posted by Isabelle Mauvaise @ 1:16 PM