River: Amethyst Rose: 33

[mdlbear]

Today is my daughter Amethyst's thirty-third birthday. (I'm not sure why I decided to use present tense this time instead of past conditional; it just seems right. Maybe it's connected in some weird way to the fact that I'm also (still) working on Desti's memorial page and post. Grief has its own agenda, I suppose; I'm not going to try to second-guess it.)

Where was I? In a fantasy, presumably.

I'm picturing Ame and Colleen each with a cat in their lap, sipping gin-and-tonic as they sit on the grass and watch the Viking warriors on the field between the Rainbow Bridge and Valhalla. It's a lot like the SCA. Curio would be in Colleen's lap, as usual, and Desti in Amethyst's. They're both purring contentedly. Bast is probably over at the other end of the field rolling in catnip with Freya's chariot-cats.

Comments

[redsixwing]

*offers virtual hugs*

Grief has its own agenda. It does.

[mdlbear]

hugs Thanks.

I'm not sure where that phrase came from -- I might have read it somewhere -- but it certainly fits.

[acelightning73]

I love the image of Bast Herself going full feline with Freya's carriage-cats. Bast on catnip is like seeing your grandmother drunk.

[mdlbear]

grins

[ellenmillion]

Sending love. That's a lovely image.

[mdlbear]

Thanks!

[freyjaw]

I'm so sorry. Grief is proof that time is not linear.

Oh my Cat! Bast and Freyja's chariot cats conjures quite the image!

Of course, catnip is probably when cats can see red. “Oh, wow! The colors!”

“Have you ever really looked at your paw?”