I glanced at my Fitbit. I’d walked exactly 555 steps. Five is my lucky number.
I thought, “Wow! Something wonderful is about to happen!”
That’s when the cat puked.
Month: May 2016
Sitting on the Deck in the Company of Cats
Sunday morning wake up call, a pair of paws pat my face
Up, hurry up, we need a treat and then they’re off in heated race.
Pull on favorite Sunday wear, faded sundress and flip flops,
Splash some water on my face, run a brush through my mop.
Stumblebum into the kitchen, set coffee on to brew,
Putter bleary-eyed to the place where the felines sit and mew.
By their urgency one would think they’d not eaten in days,
Their respective weights dispel that lie in unambiguous ways.
Coffee’s perked, a cup is poured, I grab my current book,
And slip outside to honeysuckle’s welcome in my sheltered nook.
Ripples slide across the lake, while a tiny lizard scampers,
My cats examine its every move in hopes that they can batter.
And I sit and sip my coffee with a splash of Irish cream,
As breezes rustle through the pines and invite sweet daydreams.
Peace, people.
Feeling Surly
Normally I’m a Pollyanna sort, but the events of this past week have me feeling more like Maleficent. Let me count the ways:
My car window was smashed in while I was swimming at a local park.
My favorite handbag, the one I bargained for entirely in Spanish on my visit to a mercado in La Antigua de Guatemala, was stolen.
My credit cards were used in questionable locations. At least the thieves are interesting.
My passport is gone, along with my driver’s license, insurance, and prescription cards, etc.
I’ve made more phone calls in the past four days to take care of this stuff than I’ve had to make in the last four years. I could have built and furnished a three story treehouse in the time I’ve spent on hold.
I had day surgery which, while not related to the robbery, sure didn’t make me feel like a princess.
I have enough intestinal gas to power a small fleet of cars.
My completed “buy ten massages, get one free” card was in my stolen handbag. This might piss me off more than all the other losses combined. I NEED that massage.
I just dropped a 32 oz. diet Dr. Pepper in the driver’s side floor of Studly Doright’s pickup truck. He’s already angry at me for the loss of my purse, so I need to go and clean up my mess.
I know Pollyanna is still in here somewhere, but I might need to exorcise the villain first.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 