R.A. Buster

‘Tis The Season…

It is the time of year I begin to live vicariously through other people’s celebration of the holidays. It has been a few years since we have decked the halls in my brother’s house. Living with a special needs child has some drawbacks when decorating for the holidays. Anyone who knows or lives with a child with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) can tell you the difficulties of making changes in the…

I am sorry for how long it has taken for me to post. It has been a rough few month’s. I had thought I had posted a photo of our newest family member and the latest inductee to The Cat’s Eye Gang. So let me introduce you to Tilikum. Tilly for short.

Here is Tilikum (Tilly). He is my niece Jasmin’s baby. She needed someone to help with her anxiety and panic attacks and this little fellow reached…

The month of November has been a very painful one for me so far and not in the way that I figured it would be. I thought foolishly that I would have the first few weeks to breathe before the deadline (literally) to the first anniversary of my Mother’s passing would steamroll over me and I would spend the end of the month lost, but no I have been in pain since the end of October. I spent my…

I run my fingers through my hair, the effort calming me as images flutter through my mind. I wonder if I am going insane for the umpteenth time. Is what I am seeing in my mind’s eye the truth or some fantasy built up within my fertile imagination. If it is a true memory my sane mind backs away from the truth trying to bury it once more. I may never be ready to know the full truth of my past. Did…

Dad’s Shirts

I was walking through the local discount store when I passed a rack of plaid western-style button-down shirts. A wave of tearful nostalgia crested over me as I was reminded of my Dad and how this would have been the rack I would have picked out his Father’s Day present from. When my Dad wasn’t in his work uniform which was almost always, he wore this type of shirt exclusively. He had every color…

How To Calm A Frantic Mind

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.com

This week’s post is on how I calm a frantic mind. A mind chasing every theory that single-handedly can stop me in my tracks to figure out. A mind reeling under a manic state with no derailment in the future. How to ease an unsteady thought process so that you can make out what the hell you are supposed to be doing in the first place.

I know that you…

Mr. Bo Jangles was a shelter cat who chose my brother when he and his wife visited the local Humane Shelter in Tacoma, Washington. Bo’s life before finding us was one of the betrayals of trust and survival on the streets.

The shelter told my brother that Bo’s previous owners had left him when they moved away and he was living on the streets when a lady witnessed him get hit by a car.  She…

When I Grow Up…

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? I mean from the very start when your young brain began to figure out that one day you would be all grown up and would have to do something to live. My earliest memory of that choice was the first thing I think every little girl back in the “olden days of 1969-70” wanted to be. I wanted to be a mommy. Mostly, because that is what every little…

I called my Mom today. I knew she wouldn’t answer, but I just felt this overwhelming need to hit the button titled “Mom’s phone”. I don’t think I even hesitated a moment. I knew she wouldn’t answer because her phone sits in the top drawer of my filing cabinet right next to my desk. I knew she couldn’t answer because they don’t have cell service where she is now.

I knew she wouldn’t answer…

Tears For My Mother

Image by Sabine van Erp from Pixabay

I feel as if with the passing of Mother’s Day this year, that I can finally write this post. I may have mentioned in the past that my Mom passed away in November. We had a love/hate relationship at best. She said she loved me and I hated it. I am sure in her mind, she did love me but I have concluded that she just was uncertain what love meant. The love…

Oh! Look what mommy has to eat. TURKEY. I like TURKEY. Mommy open this, I need to eat some TURKEY!!!!

Really?? You are going to take my picture instead of feeding me this glorious TURKEY?? You are a mean mommy. I wish I had thumbs because this would be so in my tummy. ~~Miss CeCe

The Fear Of Pain

Anyone who has read Dune knows this quote. From the moment I read it, it has always played on a loop in my brain when I am in pain. Somehow it helps me take control of it and overcome it.

I remember lying in bed at night crying in pain. I was around the age of six or seven, maybe younger. My legs would hurt so bad that I wouldn’t be able to get comfortable. My legs would scissor back and…

Did You Miss Me?

I know it has been awhile since I posted. Funny thing is I wrote several articles, I just couldn’t find the energy to put them out into the world. I think partly because they were about my parents. I wrote a post for both Mother’s Day and Father’s Day but when it came time to send them out into the world something held me back. Well, the time has come for them to see the light of day and I hope…

Requiem Of A Lost Love

You crept into my dreams last night, silent at first but as was your way it didn’t last long. Soon we were on one of our long drives talking about the way it was, you know before life moved on with us going our separate ways.

We spoke of those quiet moments when we just sat together. Enjoying just sharing time and space with one another. Of the times when our creative juices would flow and we…