This time last year, I was home ill but on the up side Somara was coming home after her four months in Phoenix working at a resort called The Boulders. Her externship needed to complete culinary school was well over (she officially graduated earlier in the Summer) and it meant me attaining a new job with Apple over there was a bust. I could pound the pavement yet Somara’s position paid too little to support the both of us and we would deplete all our savings quickly with Phoenix costing much more than Austin. She had left the evening before and was driving overnight with Wicca (our oldest cat). I received updates by phone as she arrived at each major geographical stop along her route; Tuscon, state borders, El Paso, so on. Somara called me one last time in the early evening stating she was either in El Paso or Fort Stockton which meant I would probably see her in the morning or at the crack of dawn. Thus I went back to my night of recuperating with over-the-counter drugs and watching The Simpsons Season Six on DVD.
Then the doorbell rang around 9 pm. I was rather irked since I had already been annoyed by solicitors that day. But to my delight it was Somara! She fudged on every landmark she was at when she called so she was really at the next one. Very clever. There wasn’t too much to catch up on due to our recently acquired cell phones we used every day and we unpacked (maybe just her) the truck the next day. Then would come the process of her hunting down a new job. It could all wait that evening since it was great to have human company in the house again. Oh the three cats (Molly, Miette and Nemo) were great too, they just couldn’t speak English, heck they don’t even try to meet me half way.