Under Water

Distractions are easy to avoid ~ as long as they are outside. At a store, on a book shelf, anything that can be cleaned, a TV on the wall, out to a movie….But inside the mind! 

“Come on! You need a break

 ~ it will help your research ~ you’re just curious - it’ll only take a couple of minutes……” Before the thought is fully formed, hands and feet are already busy with the duster that seldom gets used, 

or rearranging the furniture, 

or maybe taking a walk just because. 

All those distractions can be good things ~ 

letting that too busy mind mull over the 

most recent project and plan a next move, 

or it could be simple avoidance. I choose to 

believe the mulling over theory and keep my 

hands and feet still till I truly listen to myself.

“Most of what we say and do is not essential…

Ask yourself at every moment, ‘Is this necessary?’”

~ Marcus Aurelius

Daydreams and Laughter

I was tempted, but I would be lost. Lost in imagined memories of a magic forest, spinning around, kicking up crispy coloured leaves and just playing. My adult self apparently knew better and I walked past and around this leafy oasis behind Regina’s Legislative buildings. My childhood temptation was shared by the friends I met at Bliss Bistro for a Christmas in September evening. Turkey, stuffing, cranberries, mashed potatoes and crunchy/tender brussell sprouts served to us outside on a little porch by active tennis courts. Our meal was topped off with pie ~ pecan, pumpkin, or apple.  The warmth of an autumn afternoon settled into the crisp chill of an autumn evening as we laughed, we visited and enjoyed a lovely evening together.

“Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age
is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”

~ Margaret Atwood 

An Understanding

I have avoided writing too often about my cat for two reasons. Mainly because talking about 

one's cat all the time is incredibly boring unless the listener is a cat person. But also 

because most of the day 

he sleeps unless he smells food 

or hears a cupboard door open. 

If it’s frozen beefsteak on the counter 

he will be reaching a paw up to said

counter as I prepare it. But I 

give him the ‘I’m the boss’ look and 

he backs down with a look of disgust ~ 

if cats know what a look of disgust is. 

Even if I just walk in the kitchen, he 

may have seemed sound asleep, but 

he must have some kind of feline GPS 

that pings in his head, rousing him long 

enough to stare at me or at least investigate 

the potential. It’s not as though he never gets 

fed although he seems to believe that he is 

entitled to food whether hungry or not. 

Don’t get me wrong, he is a good cat, 

a great companion and, all in all,

we do have an understanding.

“Cats have no guilt and very little shame.”

~ Ursula K. Le Guin,  No time to Spare: Thinking about What Matters