I am sitting at my desk taking a break from my Monday workday that has been in full swing for a couple of hours now. Good Morning America is streaming on my iPad. The top story is the tragedy at the Travis Scott concert, which happened on Saturday night. Travis Scott is a world famous rapper. At a concert in Houston on Saturday, something went wrong, resulting in the deaths of eight people. It is not completely clear what happened, but there are numerous reports of panic among the crowd and people being trampled. This story is both local and national news this morning.
We are set for incredible weather all week in Houston. I should be out running on my morning break. Instead, I am sipping my first cup of Christmas coffee. I treated myself to a 12 Days of Christmas Coffee advent calendar from Costco. I also ordered two Christmas coffee sets for myself on Amazon, so I have a Christmas coffee for everyday of the rest of the year. This morning’s coffee is a classic Columbian coffee. I do not love it as much as my cold brew, but it is definitely a premium Columbian brew.
After working just one day from home last week, I am working from home today and tomorrow. This is partly because I have a considerable backlog of desk work tasks that I need to get done, and partly because Little Chirp has basketball try-outs on both days, and he needs to be picked after. He spent a considerable amount of his own money on new basketball shoes yesterday. He neatly opened the box, and saved the receipt. He told me that he does not intend to take them back, but this was a big expenditure for him, and he wants to be sure he can return them if he needs to.
The kid with a size 13 shoe, yes size 13, showed great taste in shoes. I love the shoes that he picked out. He spent a good portion of Saturday looking on line at shoes and reading reviews. He then found what he wanted in the size that he wanted, and we drove over to Dick’s Sporting Goods to purchase them. He then hit me up for a trip to the gym, so he could get some time in his shoes before tryouts. He found seven kids at the gym for a game of four on four.
I am hoping that Little Chirp making the basketball team will be one of two outstanding things that happen for our family this week.
Winter and Chewy purr away on my desk while I type. Chewy has his chubby little face buried under his sister’s neck. Trooper and Potatoe are running around the back yard, enjoying the beautiful morning. This all makes me so happy, yet I feel something missing. Trooper is without his Storme, which brings me to some incredible news.
I think we may have found Storme. Not only is he alive, he has gotten fat! A woman on NextDoor posted a picture of a cat that she first thought was feral when it arrived on her doorstep months ago. The cat looks exactly like Storme. The way she describes the cat is exactly in line with Storme’s personality. She lives along the same bayou that we live right next too, and she is close enough that Storme definitely could have made it there, but far enough away that he would not be able to find his way back. Even Storme getting fat fits with our Storme. Storme will eat every morsel of food out of every bowl everyday if one lets him.
I plan to go to the woman’s house at dusk tonight in hopes of finding Storme there. I am trying to not get my hopes up, but something in my heart is telling me that this time tomorrow morning, our beloved Storme will be home with us. We will have a winter storm, and stormtrooper, and hearts full of joy.
That would be so awesome, Amber!