Joe, Barbaro, and Beautiful

Well, little signs are greeting me that things are getting better. At least, that's the way I'd like to see it. Why should I sit here, on this rainy miserable day, and rehash the same ole same ole?

Joe Torre isn't getting fired by Steinbrenner. Barbaro the horse continues to improve, although his hoof is growing very slowly and he's still confined to his stall. As for Beautiful, well that's a funny story.

I dreamed of a cat sitting near a stained glass window. It's a recurring dream. Today, on my way to yet another employment agency, I passed St. Agnes's church. There was a stained glass window. And there sat...Beautiful. The white and black cat. I stopped into the rectory. Beautiful was perched in his wicker basket. Given how difficult things have been lately (not just me, either), I could't resist. An Indian woman told me about the rectory cat. I asked about a St. Michael's candle. They didn't have any. But, I felt Beautiful. No pun intended. A moment of peace.

Little stirrings of hope. I can't do anything but that.

My friend's cell phone isn't working. Another co-worker is about to get fired, and one did last week. My ceiling is starting to chip and crumble again. My mother's golf cart is on the fritz. It's raining out.

But today, I felt Beautiful. That's got to mean something.

(and if it doesn't, it made me smile.)