Weird, she has never been interested in my food before. I left the dish of yogurt, blueberries, and flax seed cereal on the desk while I left the room. When I came back, my cat was standing on the chair, and quickly lept to the floor. I told her “You better not have eaten my yogurt!” When I was finished with the yogurt, I put the dish on the floor and she is still meticulously licking every single molecule of yogurt out of the dish. Can yogurt be good for cats? I wonder.
Yesterday I decided to make some more homemade yogurt, knowing full well what it will do to my arthritic parts (mostly my hands). Weeks without dairy will make me forget. I am sure I will be remembering by tomorrow.
At the Sunday morning meeting of my homegroup, I looked across the room and saw a woman I had sponsored 25 or so years ago. She was a very strange woman, but has managed to stay sober all these years. She now lives in California, but is in town to visit. She talked in the meeting about her poor health, and the efforts to obtain the help she feels she needs. After the meeting we talked, and she talked about her health, with vivid descriptions of strange neurological events unknown in the history of medicine. I told her I would pray for her, and she looked at me sternly and told me “Pray that I get Social Security Disability.” Wow. Bless her heart. I pray she gets God’s will for her because disability or not, it will be better than anything she is going to dream up.
The depression lingers. I lost my glasses on Saturday. I have searched everywhere and they are gone. Yesterday I drove to the hiking trail my niece and I hiked on Saturday. The last place I saw them was in their little case on the back seat of my car. Maybe when I got my jacket out of the car they fell out? Maybe some kind citizen hiker found them and placed them on a post or a rock? Nope. I have found tiny things I forgot I ever owned under the seats of my car. But not any glasses.
The depression comes with confusion and a lack of cognitive ability. I find this frightening and embarrassing. And people wonder why someone with depression might want to isolate? I feel like it is risky behavior just to leave my house at this point, but I leave just the same.
And now I best get ready to get to work. After the most gorgeous walk/run this morning. Lovely, beautiful, divine. I used my iPhone app for the Rosary and prayed while I went. I could still hear the meadowlarks singing, and saw the sun rise. If this can just stick with me all day, I may survive another day!