Thursday

Mr. Bojangles didn't come home last night.
He always comes home by 9:30PM. Not last night. I worried the neighborhood serial cat killer had harmed him. Not SO though..........
He came home this morning.
He's sleeping on a pillow on the floor next to me.
I told him he's grounded.
I let him outside because I think being in the house all of the time
makes him feel caged. Cats are hunters. I want him to be able to do what comes naturally for him.
If I didn't love him I wouldn't let him out, but I do.

Daughter is mad at me because she has to be home by 7 P.M. on weekdays. Allowing her to be out till 7 p.m. on school nights goes against what I feel is the right thing to do. I really feel like she shouldn't even be out during the week, especially on school nights, unless there's a specific event she needs to attend. I'm trying to compromise though because I know I can be over protective, and because I still see a little girl some of the time when I look at her. It confuses me on what I should and should not allow her to do.

My father-in-law was a Paratrooper in the Korean war. He was also a nice man. Early on in my marriage, on Friday nights, when my mother-in-law would be out playing Bingo, and my husband would be out with his friends.......my father-in-law, me, and my oldest son who was just a baby, would spend Friday evenings together. We'd cook dinner and just kind of hang out at my in laws house. At first it was kinda weird because I was so painfully shy....especially around people I didn't know. But we settled into a routine of meeting on Fridays ....................we had many many conversations......got to know each other.....& for that I am grateful.........
 He was diagnosed with cancer just before my second son was born..............and then spent seven years fighting the big fight.It was brutal for him what he had to go through............ Second son lifted his spirit. Just looking at second son made him chuckle.
 Before he died he scribbled me a note telling me he was proud of my family and asked me to continue to take good care of them. It was dated the day before he died.
He was buried in his military outfit..... his casket was lined with his parachute........Taps was played ....there was a gun salute.......&......a flag was folded and given to my son................Pops would have been proud.
So today I'll do something to honor him. Not sure yet what that will be.......