HI Christine,
I took in my first cat when I was about 14 or 15. We were camping in Holland every year for many years. There was a young cat and no one knew where she came from. I fed her each day and looked after her. I could not find her the day we went home again. I looked everywhere. Just as we where ready to go home again, I found her near a small lake. My mother hoped I would not find her, but I did. I was so happy and she became my cat. Sadly, she did not get very old, I took her to the vet to be spayed but he messed up the operation. About two years later I found a cat in Hamburg, less 100m from where I was living. She was so skinny and would eat anything, even crisps. So, I took her in. She was a bit like a dog. We used to go for walks all the time, she followed me everywhere. I do not know what it was but I took many cats in over the year. The last one was Fluffy. Tammy will probably my last cat. She is outside all the time now. She does not mind sharing her garden with her fox friend. I think they also sleep together sometimes, I can smell the fox on her.
I did not do much lately, just do not have the energy at the moment. I also have to take the antidepressants again. - The skip arrived two days ago. I now have to fill it. I will have to give away some of my furniture, no space in my brotherās house. - I managed to sort out some of my brotherās clothes and gave them to the St Helena Hospice. (Some still had the tags on it.) I will have to do the same with some of my furniture. I will miss my bungalow but I have to sell it. I think I will feel much better once it is all sorted. The biggest problem will be my Hi-Fi. I have 12 speakers just in the living room and another 5 in the bedroom. No idea where to put them all. (Also 3 TVs). There are so many speakers in my brotherās house already plus another 2 TVs. (I have to sell some of my brotherās speakers if I can.)
I get my exercise in the park playing with the dogs. I am also fetching the ball for one of them. (Stupid dog. Or, I should say stupid me.) I think swimming would be better but I am not keen on swimming. But, I also walk on the beach.
My friend Nick from the 70s came to visit me. (He was my and my brotherās neighbour in Tollesbury, Essex.) Everything is OK, no bad news, and his back is much better now. We went down memory lane. It was a strange feeling talking about my brother. I will try to find some photos of my brother.
You are right, being alone is so difficult. That is why I walk and talk in the park.
I think I will start clearing the attic. I also have a big skip. The garage will be next. I will also get some help. - I will probably take my dining table and chairs over for now until I make up my mind what to do. (My brotherās died at his dining table.) I have to find out if my table will fit. I think I will do the bedroom last. I have to move 9 or 10 computers to another room first. Yes, I know what you are thinking. My brother bought them all. ?? I think I need a bigger house.
All the best, and, do not forget the hug for Porsche - Niko