Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ This Does NOT Happen at My House.
Suppose this guy gives lessons? Maybe he drinks chamomile tea and the puppies respond to the essence on his breath.
Pet bedtime at our house? Hmmm. 21 lays out the "puppy" beds and bids them good night. After a few minutes of wrestling they do fall asleep. Nervous Nellie, the cat that only leaves the upstairs when in dire need of food, drink or box, stands at the top of the stairs and "announces" that it's time for a human to join her i.e. give her attention. That announcement is usually followed by the pounding of kitty feet as Mr. Naughty, Nervous Nellie's nemesis decides he wants to get one more pin in before bedtime. Hissing and yowling commence as eight cat feet thud across the floor.
Finally, the humans are ready for bed. As soon as I turn off my light, the cats descend upon me.
Suppose the guy speaks cat? And if so, does he make house calls?