How Does One Become A Cat Woman...after all?

Recently a friend of mine warned me of becoming a cat woman. Since I live in near isolation, unable to sell my Crackerbox Palace, due to the ongoing local suffering from the broken economy, there is really very little chance that I will meet a confident, self-reliant cultured companion to share my days with, in these here north woods!

Apparently the cards I drew do not include a relationship with a man who has not been called to my house to repair an appliance, fix the well or plow the snow from my driveway! And since I am not a bar type of girl it is very unlikely a local redneck with dental deficiencies would be a suitable scenario.

However, I must say, being alone is actually not a terrible thing at all. I become a bit stir crazy from time to time, ponder the value of the friendships I have developed here, and have learned most definitely to prepare a very mean Cosmo!

In time, once my son graduates and starts college, I will venture out … back into the real world. I do wonder if there will be a refresher course available to help me with my lost grammar and my inability to operate a vehicle at warp speed! And then … when I do get the opportunity … I wonder if my failing body will remember how to function in a skirt and pair of heels!

Until then, I will reside, with my two cats (and a dog by the way) … alone.… in the tundra … wondering what effects global warming will continue to have on this isolated uncultured place. Possibly I should not bother relocating to a warmer geographical location for the winters … it will be warm here soon enough!!!!