When David plays Bridge every other Wednesday night, I'm always happy to see him go do something fun that he enjoys. It's really a huge "geek fest", but Bill Gates and Warren Buffet play, so why shouldn't my hunk o' geek play too? I often take these Wednesdays to do something for myself guilt-free.
Sometimes I like to go to Home Sense and buy some ridiculous kitchen tool that I didn't really need. Ask me how many red spatulas I have?? Sometimes I walk the mall and buy something else that I don't really need, but "have to have". One of the best things that I do is go to one of our Petsmart stores and really work on getting some adoptions and/or new volunteers. It's guilt-free time and I really enjoy it.
Tonight, I had sushi with my sons, but I didn't really have anything fun in store for MY "goof off" night. In fact, I felt really resentful that I had to drive a kitten 45 minutes - one way - to do an adoption. It's really nobody's fault, but this adoption has been on the books for several weeks. The poor foster Mom had a bunch of sick kittens and this kitten had been in quarantine for part of that time. Then we couldn't connect with the adopter. You name it - we had problems making this adoption happen.
All the while...the kitten was getting bigger AND she's a black and white kitten too! I was certain that the adopter would tell me that she found another kitten. But she remained true to "Mimi".
I grumbled as I drove the toll roads which cost more than $25.00 one way to get to the adopter's home traffic-free, all the while the kitten has pooped and meowed incessantly. I finally took her out of her carrier while I was driving and tucked her under my neck.
Now I smell like poop.
The family was wonderful. The father of the family dropped dead of a brain aneurysm last year and left behind 4 kids - the youngest being 13. They were awesome teenagers and young adults. Everybody was was polite, enthusiastic and were planning a surprise for the 13 year old.
At first I had hoped that I would have time to do some Beth related shopping after the adoption, but when they invited me to partake in surprising the 13 year old with the kitten, how could I resist? The *look* on his face and the joy that the family had giving him this kitten. It was a beautiful thing...
No amount of candles, spatulas, shoes, or sheets could've given me more happiness than doing this adoption tonight. Welcome to your new life Mimi!