Waiting for Rope Drop

The main difference between our situation and the “Arizona” guy mentioned in the previous post, Leaving Las Vegas – Did We Miss Our Opportunity?, is that I’m assuming he moved back to where he was from. The hardest part about leaving Las Vegas (30 miles from the California border) is that it usually means a move to Florida, moving me 2500 miles from my home state of California. And I always get homesick.

Watching Fresh Baked “Disney” videos reminds me of who I am and who my people are, and I start to get homesick before we even leave. It would help if I could find more Californians in Florida because as soon as somebody finds out I’m from California, they shut down. And then I shut down. It’s hard for me to make new friends in Florida. In California, I feel surrounded by friends and family just because that’s who they are to me – I grew up there.

Plan B is to ask for a transfer to the Florida office, but we’re just not sure we want it or if they would grant it. We’ve done that a couple of times in the past and it worked out temporarily. Maybe if we were more sure of what we really wanted, we’d go for it. We’d prefer the perfect opportunity to tap us on the shoulder.

In the meantime, our Disneyland Food & Wine trip is coming up and we’re still discussing whether we invest in an AP or take it one trip at a time, taking a wait and see attitude about our future. Rich called it this morning when he said, “We’re waiting for rope drop.”

 

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The meeting went well yesterday. Now we wait for the next step. But what a thing to deal with when we’re grieving for our Lovey. Skipper slept most of the day, then got up for lunch at around 3 p.m., let out a big howl, and ran upstairs and went back to sleep. Shadow ran around like a crazy man, knocked over his cat tree, howled, and ran upstairs. I feel like doing the same. Instead, I’m blogging. 🙂

Grieving for Buddy was so all encompassing – I didn’t want to go through that again. But you can’t really tell yourself not to. You must grieve. Wondering how long it took to get over the initial grief, I realized, well, until Rich was in the hospital. That put things into perspective. But maybe that was just a temporary halt to the grief and the grieving only lessened as we rebuilt our lives, just the 4 of us, by changing our environment. We had a brief 4-month stop in Portland, Oregon for Rich’s job, and then Sunnyvale, California for a year.

So maybe a move would be a good thing, although if it’s Florida, this would be the first time the “original” 5 of us wouldn’t be going. No Buddy. No Lovey. Somehow that feels less than, although we’re already talking about getting a new girl kitty once we get settled, should we move on.

The hardest part is watching Skipper grieve his Lovey. They truly were husband and wife. When we first got Skipper, well, it was love at first sight for me. I felt so guilty because I’d sworn my allegiance to Ginger. I didn’t think I could ever love a kitty more than I loved her. He knew she was the Queen and he gave her proper respect, treading lightly, giving her a wide berth as we hugged the walls. When she was gone, he mourned for 3 days, and then he realized he was the new King and he took over, as the dominant cat.

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Buddy and Skipper, brothers, as Kittens

Three or four weeks later we brought Lovey home, and Skipper fell in love immediately. He was so much bigger than her, but he was very gentle, and came to her rescue whenever he thought she needed it. Even when Rich picked her up to show her the outside, Skipper would give us a look that said, “Hey, be careful with her!” And those two were inseparable. He became hers – she was very possessive – and I had to admire Skipper from afar. Now I have him back but it’s not the same because the real joy of Skipper, as it turns out, was watching him with his Lovey. It’s so painful to see him mourn her. I want to take away his pain and bring his Lovey back.

After Buddy left, he was the brother-in-law, Lovey and Skipper only grew closer. It was a beautiful thing to see, and I’m thankful to have witnessed it. But I’m grieving for so much more than just Lovey. I’m grieving for Skipper and his Bride.

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Skipper and his Bride of 15.5 years

Tampa Bay: By Air and by Sea

One of the most exciting Tampa Bay experiences is sailing under the Sunshine Skyway Bridge, viewed by some, as even more exciting than sailing under the Golden Gate. It is for me.

Another spectacular Tampa Bay experience is flying into Tampa International Airport – the views are stunning, similar to the San Francisco Bay Area. After living in the Bay Area for 23 years, I’m excited to see the new “Bay to Bay” flight service newly offered by United Airlines. What a spectacular experience from both ends. We lived in Tampa Bay for a couple of years but never flew to Tampa – I can’t wait for our flight!

Poncho’s

We’d been waiting for Poncho’s to open in the Downtown Summerlin for some time. This would be the only location outside of Hermosa Beach in Southern California. And then we forgot all about it until the holidays. We like to indulge in a nice meal out sometime over the holidays so on December 26, we made it to Poncho’s.

We didn’t know what to expect but as soon as we walked in, we felt at home. This is so much like Pedro’s and other Mexican restaurants in the San Francisco Bay Area – places we knew well.

The atmosphere was wonderful, the food was delicious, and we’ll be back the next time we’re in the mood to splurge on a big, tasty meal.

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