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great is thy faithfulness

fifty minutes after my normal wake -up time of 7:22, the time Maddie has decided is long enough for me to sleep no matter the previous night's occasion, i awoke grumpy , stiff and in a murderous mood ready to kill the next cat who stepped out of line. (go on, make my day) 
the night before in a peaceful frame of mind i leisurely dressed then relaxed on the bed watching a 'six feet under' DVD until the time was upon me to make my way to Vespaio were i would join my friend for dinner at the bar. As i drove along the frontage road in the right lane before my exit i noticed a car speeding off the ramp in my direction, three lanes away, two lanes away, one lane away, dangerously close and boom! without ceremony i had been whacked sideways and shot off the road where my loaner car stalled. shaking i restarted it and pulled over into the Chevron station parking lot all the while watching the perpetrator...would she stop? she did. we met in the lot where a series of phone calls began, 911, friends, insurance, the dreaded call to tell Kerry, "oh yeah, the car you love was just slammed." i think that hurt more than anything. here i am, i just moved to Austin, Texas; my friend in Chicago introduced me to her family here, Kerry and Ehlane, who although they'd never met me offered me their vintage Volvo while I shopped for an apartment. I've been bragging high and low, amazed at their generosity and anxious to take care of their vehicle and some fool driver blows the whole f******deal. the car is scratched and dented along the left front and missing a directional light. god bless the Swedes for building battle tanks for cars. the other car, well, i should not gloat but she's got a disproportional dent rather unbecoming for such a small car. so starts my day for thanksgiving. last year my sweet cat chloe' died the night before thanksgiving. I hope this is not a pattern.
alive and well this morning...i fed my rogue cats, made coffee and sat on the back step overlooking a long-unkempt  backyard where blue-black birds hissed and squawled pecking at the compost goodies and an over-friendly black cat insisted i let him in the house, just to look a round. 
it's really beautiful here and i'm living in praise of loveliness. 
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