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Coffee and cats
Who is to say
How these cats know
What’s in my cup each day.
But they do
Or at least they must
Because when my cup is set down,
It’s secret is a bust.
I keep my cup covered
To help in case of a spill
That is inevitable
With a swipe and a grin.
I swear my cats grin
When they swipe at my cup
The dogs wait under the edge
Of the table looking up
I think that they
are in cahoots
The cats swipe
The dogs lick
Nothing is sacred
From the juice they pick.
So I actually got a sign
From my husband
“Do not leave food unsupervised!”
Because of the cats
My cups of coffee
And the puddle that lies
(On the floor.)
Yesterday was quite the adventure for me. I had an appointment downstate with a doctor and it was set for 3:15 pm.
It didn’t matter whatever else got done, as long as I could get to my doctor appointment on time. With a two hour drive to get there, and my disdain for early mornings. I knew the window of wiggle room was between nine am and eleven am. Lunch was it’s own “must have” somewhere within this day.
So off we went! South again! We stopped in two towns for little “pop-in’s” before the rest of the drive became a blur of blacktop and trees. (I spy…. vertical log. Tree! Okay, your turn).
First, Oscoda! Need sustenance. McDonalds will do.
Second. Tawas. I like a certain flavor of Jelly Belly and The Village Chocolatier carries the individual flavors for some jelly beans that I wanted.
Next, Standish. I had the pleasure of meeting the Shopper and self described “fluffer” of stuff for the Forward Corporation in Standish. She was super nice. I tried convincing her to buy my book to carry at her gas stations. Then I found out she’s part of the fourth generation of that corporation and does more than just “fluff”. We’re still looking into adding my book to their inventory.
Next stop, The Electric Chair tattoo and body piercings in Bay City. Naturally Charlotte was with us and it was too hot to keep her in the car, we all went inside.
For a bunch of burly, stereotypical men and women, one little pooch can sure make a difference in the atmosphere. She was quite the star. Anyway, I got a new piece of jewelry and we were on our way.
Starbucks. Enough said.
If you don’t know me, Starbucks is my kryptonite. If you do know me, venti caramel macchiato.
It’s time to go home, but now I’m hot, and uncomfortable. It’s muggy and 80°+ and the windows in the car do little to block the sun.
I’d guess 75% of folks would be comfortable in that scenario. But not my body! No way! I know this because I had a bit of a “spell” by four pm.
I hate to sweat, but I was sweating. I hate to feel out of sorts, but there was no semblance to what my twitching, head bobbing, speech slurring and overall “out of it” countenance was doing.
Maybe I had done too much.
Maybe I hadn’t had the right kind of fuel.
Maybe it was just too humid.
Maybe it was because it was a Tuesday, in June. I don’t know.
I just don’t know. This is what makes traveling or planning anything almost impossible. My body is so random at what it will cooperate for that I hate making plans, or leaving my lair for any length of time.
It’s been twelve hours and I feel like a whole other body or person now. But I’m at home in my air conditioning, next to my husband, in bed.
I just don’t know what else I can do to find the place in my life that will let me feel normal again. I’m discouraged, disappointed and hurt. I’m not living right now.
Do you ever wake up and wonder whatever happened to so-and-so? I mean, they used to be such a huge chunk of your life! How could they slip away unnoticed?
I’ve had people come into my life and stay for long periods and people who have made a difference in my life in five minutes and then be gone.
How does that work exactly? What’s the name of that algorithm?
For the most part I love people. I don’t care how you look, just how you treat others, ya know? I know that there are creepy people who don’t have my best of heart at interest. They just have a mission and every once in a blue moon or so, I happen to be in their way. No biggie, I can move.
My real question is what happens to the people who touched your soul, held your heart, made you laugh from your core and then slipped away?
I asked a Psychologist about it and the gist of the answer was that we’re supposed to go through those experiences. And yes, sometimes it hurts when they leave (willingly), and sometimes we don’t even notice when they’ve gone. I can think of a few who have been so intertwined with me that they were able to figuratively move my soul.
The movie Somewhere in Time With Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour really got me thinking!
If you’ve seen it, you know what I mean. If you don’t know what I mean, re-watch it. If you haven’t seen it, remove the rock you live under and then rent it.
Albeit the point that I am trying to make is that the very essence of love must be part of the definition of my preponderance today.
Make sense? I don’t mean sex or physical love (only). I mean, the real stuff. The stuff that Angels float around on. Prayers, maybe? Seedlings during allergy season? Blessings in disguise as humans?
That’s what I want to know. Whatever that is. In the meantime I am going to go and snuggle up on my husband and fur babies, while they’re here.