I went to Borderlands Books the other day and stopped in my tracks. The window had a huge memorial to Ripley, the adorably ugly hairless cat who was the store mascot. Ripley was my cat-away-from-home, a particularly friendly and charming animal with a raucous voice who loved attention. Just two weeks ago I'd had a long snuggle with Ripley, who'd followed me around the store until I picked her up and held her. The children often pestered me to go see Ripley.
Ripley's untimely death at age 7 due to cancer brought back all the grief I'd been suffering over my poor Ray Charles, euthanized before he'd turned two. I cried.
And then I learned that my favorite restaurant of the last few years, Las Ramblas, had closed. The Sober Husband wasn't sympathetic over that last loss. "Restaurants come and go," he said callously. "And don't you like that other Spanish restaurant? That one we went to?"
"They don't even have churros there!" I said. "It's not the same!"
He rolled his eyes. "I can see your point about the cat; that's sad, but I think you're being over-sensitive about the restaurant. Isn't your favorite restaurant Fleur de Lys anyway?"
"I can't afford to eat at Fleur de Lys these days!" I said hotly. A meal at Fleur de Lys sets me back $200-300 a person. "I haven't been there since the nineties! How can it be my favorite, if I never get to eat there?"
I could see the Sober Husband visibly censoring himself on the topic of my spending out of consideration for my bereaved state. Soon enough the children's merry squabbling distracted us from our depressing conversation.
7 comments:
Perhaps try to explain to SH that a loss viewed thru the lens of another recent significant loss may appear larger than it seems to the person who is grieving one or more other losses. Word verification is "diess", that's creepy)
sorry about the kitty thing.
i hesitantly agree with the SH about the restaurant however. they do come and go. consider it an incentive to find and try new restaurants! you do live in an extremely foody city after all.
We just lost our cat to cancer this week too (he was 13). I'm so sorry for your loss.
They had churros at Ramblas? I never knew and now it is too late. So sad! Check out their yelp page, lots of people have come to pay their last respects :)
I also like the tapas place on 22nd street but it is not the same. I don't think they even serve hard liquor.
They had a really magical churros y chocolate, which we ordered whenever we were with Iris & Lola. The churros were perfect, and the chocolate was so rich and lovely. It was always the highlight of the meal for Iris & Lola (the highlight of my meal being potato tapas). RIP Las Ramblas.
My most sincere condolences, PHX Mama. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear cat.
I wasn't going to leave a comment in response to yours (seemed sort of redundant), but the verification word was "whisker"...how could I not after seeing that?
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