Winter! Bah! Humbug!
Don’t ski. Hate the cold and gray.
Bring back hot summer!
Watching through windows
Snow falling, blanketing all,
Glad I am inside!
The storm has ended
Brilliant sunshine reflecting
Off pristine white snow
Young neighbors are best
Lend him our snow plow, sit back
Watch the sidewalk clear!
North’s winter solstice
Ends the lengthening darkness
Brings promise of light
Only four more days
Until sunshine starts to grow
More light, warmth, flowers!
Today is my son’s birthday. As you can see by the picture above, I found a card that I thought was perfect for him. Although he is far from our home these days, and far from his/our cats, his love for them is strong. They love him too, assuredly, that is, as much as cats love people. He does soooooo much for them when he is here. He cuddles them, he plays with them, he finds new toys for them. He will even feed them and clean their litter box if need be (meaning I ask for help *grin*). I thought it would be considerate if they wished him a happy birthday. I offered to help them write a birthday haiku for him. I thought something like this might be appropriate:
Kind hands stroking fur,
Dangling string toys, scritching ears,
We love when you’re here.
When I proposed a poetry writing session to the kitties, I was greeted with scorn or indifference. GC, who considers my son “her boy” (as opposed to his considering her ‘his cat’) suggested this instead.
Feed me feed me FOOD!
More food NOW! poop sleep pee sleep.
Feed me feed me FOOD!
WC is nowhere near as interested in food as GC. WC believes in TIMING, not quantity. She starts the meowing for her dinner sometime after 3:30 pm and will continue until she receives food. At which point she will eat 3 bites, maybe, and then walk away. She spends most of her day in her bed. The exceptions to that are when she’s puking or using the litter box. Somehow I have an unerring knack of walking past that room while she is in the litter box. Why can’t mother cats teach their babies to puke in the litter box?? That would save me SO much cleanup. Anyway, once I finally roused her to creativity, here is what she had to say.
MeNOW! MeNOW! Food!
ick. disdain. sleep. nibble. puke.
MeOW. Just because.
BC – *smiling* – yes, it’s true, I’m extremely partial to BC these days. She knows it, too. The other 2 have me hopping and jumping and dancing attendance on them from the time I wake up til the time I go to bed. GC really does spend the most time with my son when he is home, but BC is a close second. They both (my son and BC) like playing games. Once she remembers that he is “safe” she’s very happy to hang about. Poetry is not her main talent, however, nor is paying attention, but she tried.
Do you belong here?
Oh right. You. Amuse me now!
Red laser dot game?
Sometimes you are better off having a blank card than a poem from your cat. *grin*
I may have mentioned that I enjoy driving my red convertible. A lot. Somehow even when I’m stuck in a traffic jam if I’m in the convertible with the top down, it’s just not that annoying. My other car has a sun roof and I keep it open as much as possible, but it still feels like being locked in an box when I’m stuck not moving in traffic. In the convertible it feels like I’m out enjoying the day.
This week I drove up to HQ for some meetings. The weather was perfect convertible weather. I listened to the traffic reports before I left and I knew there had been a truck fire on the highway and I knew I’d hit some of the remaining jam. I hoped that I was leaving sufficiently after the incident that most of the traffic would be gone. I know, silly me, but if you don’t have hope in this world, things get bleak fast. Of course there was the 5 mile backup but you know what? I didn’t really care. I took out the suntan spray I keep in the car, took off my dress jacket, sprayed my arms and coated my face, and enjoyed the sun on my skin. Hit another traffic jam up on the Palisades, and I’m in the trees there, but still the convertible makes a difference. You can smell the surroundings much better with the top down than in a car with all the windows open. (And yes, that is both good and bad. Going past landfills is not very uplifting. 🙂 ) The Palisades section of the road had that heavy moist tree smell.
I was far enough behind rush hour that the bridge was not a problem so I got time to actually look at the gorgeous new structures. The last leg of my journey takes me past one of the NY state reservoirs. I love that piece of road. No matter how stressful or aggravating the commute has been up to that point, the sight of the water and trees and rocks always resets the mood. 🙂
New Jersey Turnpike –
Like the Homeowners’ Motto
“It’s Always Something”
To a good new year!
May you be happy and well
May we live in peace
snow turning to sleet
warm fire in fireplace
soft kitten in lap
stew cooking on stove
glass of red wine in my hand
staying home – priceless
Eyes focused on me
Five beings with but one thought
Dinner! Feed us NOW!
The morning commute:
Like using a Stairmaster
With bricks on my feet.
Two blogs about “it”.
Re-read both and tossed them out.
It’s “publisher’s block”.
Driving north towards home
Eastern sky is dark with stars
Still light in the west.
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