Monday 3 November

Well, where was I? Got back from the walk and suddenly got busy with a million little details. That's what takes up all my time. Taking out the newspaper filling the cracks beside the back door to let out the dog and then re-inserting the newspaper after I shut the door behind him. I also have been forgetting to change the filter in the furnace, so the newspaper project reminded me of that, so down into the cellar I trotted. There were also bathroom matters to attend to. I also had to put P in the cat carrier before our walk because she was back in vicious attack mode. She goes after either Topaz or Sophia. I guess this is what mature cats in heat do. Hormones. Aren't they great. Speaking of hormones, I think I might have my period. And here I was hoping I might be let off that hook for a month. But no. But kind of yes, since I don't think I got it in Oct and here it is Nov 3. Anyway -- P attacked Topaz so viciously and persistently (it is her persistence that is truly frightening), I put her in the cat carrier and it was no little struggle getting her in there, and then she was like the Tasmanian Devil of cartoons stuck in his box. Truly. I left her there until she was calm, over an hour, and then carried box, hard boiled egg, and knife into my bedroom to let her out and give her her egg. She was calm all night after that -- she was probably exhausted. But it causes poor Topaz to hide out. Sophia too, by the looks of it this morning. I am not sure which one she went after earlier.

And as we know, Topaz is tiny, and it upsets him so much.

I brought Inca into my room to sleep overnight. I think P doesn't bother her, but the old girl deserves a peaceful night. Tho I was thinking, Sophia is 10 herself.

Anyway.

M called last night to talk about bus schedules and then told me they met John Kerry while out trick-or-treating in Beacon Hill. He was outside his home, and his wife was on the step. Unlike her friends, she did not get a photo with him -- why, M, why -- and she didn't even approach for candy. What is it with her -- when will she learn these opportunities are fleeting things and finally accept them, instead of reject them? Will she ever learn that? Isn't my problem, I know, but still. Even from a distance, she frustrates me, but it is her life, after all.

Yesterday was another brilliant day, clear blue sky and sun. The house is so pleasant on days like that. Warms up so nicely. Today is cloudy despite a spectacular sunset that had me thinking today would be nice.

During Communion yesterday, and also at certain points in my prayers, when my mind and heart is centered on Jesus, I keep seeing Barack Obama in my mind's eye. And I don't know what to make of it. He is surrounded by blue sky. He is like Jesus. I hope that isn't a bad thing, but it worries me a little bit and I asked God but then realized I didn't really want to know the answer. What popped into my head was "My ways are not your ways. My mind is not your mind."

Anyway, tomorrow is Election Day and the agony of anticipation will soon be over. I have already made a small space of peace inside my mind to exist in in case McCain wins.