familial ties

My mother may be a complacent hippy who is so vague that she repeatedly loses my phone number and completely fails to let me know when plans change, but it still feels good to visit my old house, or rather, the place where my old house used to be...
It feels good to be able to hold Cleo-the-life-saving-cat and get covered with the varying colours of her hair while the little purring engine inside her whirrs away severely. It's pretty good to know that even though it was a total waste of time I left with a full stomach and a bag of cloth and some luka bloom cds. No conclusion...none at all...it just didn't suck this time.
cool.