Odd day. It seems I either pass out for 10-15 minutes at a time and startle awake to the reality that 10 or 15 minutes has passed and I've moved at a snail's pace, or been frozen in time. Seriously. My 20 minute bathroom routine took 40, making coffee and two sandwiches seemed to take a lifetime and while I was thinking how I could be clever and quick about this blog post I heard a noise.
Because I apparently have one speed, molasses on a January day, it took me a few second to place said noise. That of a cat eating. Since the cat food bowl is in the bathroom, I pondered and considered, what is Feral eating?
My oatmeal. Thank you very much!
Strange day indeed. One wherein time seems to be anti-magical and I share my oatmeal with a cat.
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.