Sat on the front porch for a bit this evening. When I came back in, I had a spider crawling on my arm. Naturally, I screamed and pulled out several chunks of hair during the flailing that one does when trying to rid themselves of a spider. Vinny the Wonder Cat came shooting out of nowhere and sunk his teeth into my leg. This is the second time he's bitten me when I've flailed about. I dont know why he's so freaked out. I mean, he wasn't even in the same room. He just heard the commotion and came running to get in the mix. Damned cat. He's about as neurotic as they come, that one.
Talked to Pop today on the phone. I always ask "how ya feelin' today?" and he always says "oh, pretty good. " It's a stupid conversation, but I don't really know what else to say. His eyes light up when my brother walks into the room, and me,,,I just go sit next to Dad like a lump on a log, and we exchange a few words, but there's no conversation to speak of. I know he loves me, and he knows I love him, just wish the words would come easier.
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