It was 3 a.m. on Thursday. Not only am I wide awake, but so is the cat. In fact, it was the cat that necessitated this early rise.
After an eventful Thursday which included a long walk to a new-to-me mall to meet friends for coffee at Tim Horton's, a visit with my dear friend Emily (it was first time we have hung around my apartment), an afternoon with a colleague, a swim at the club, and a massage, I was right ready to enjoy well deserved good night's sleep.
The cat decided otherwise. A few annoying noises, followed by a bang or two and a small meow, had me up and shaking my head. After a snack and a green tea, I thought I would check emails and other updates on the computer, contact Canada via Skype and then go back to bed.
The Skype calls didn't go through, the cat insisted on sitting on my lap, and despite my effort, this was the end of writing on Friday.
So now it is 3 a.m., on Sunday morning. Yesterday I went in to school and sorted through piles of old copies of papers. Last year, I thought I would keep extra photocopies and they were indeed piling up all over the place- on windowsills, tables, shelves, and any other available flat surface. My thought process was I will go through those some day. And, yesterday was the day. I recycled almost two full bags of white paper, and finally have a feeling of de-cluttered-ness. (My computer is telling me that isn't a word, so I added the hyphens- is that allowed?)
Again, the cat is on my lap, cuddling and purring, and passive-aggressively trying to control my actions reminding me of some people in my life. Sharing a classroom with a teacher whose teaching style is a bit different from mine, I am attempting to learn a strategy of negotiation without frustration. However in my world of trying to get along with everyone, I am sometimes left feeling flattened. There are some things that I must learn to let go.
The cat has now moved unobtrusively to the table next to me. She is still purring, but much less annoying. Perhaps her needs have been met. I am thinking the life of a cat is pretty sweet. Eat, drink, sleep, annoy...
Just as that was written, she is back and I fear this blog post must wait until later.
Wishing you a wonderful day of love, light, and wellness. Oh, and let me know if you would like a cat of your own!
Until next time,
Bee Rich
After an eventful Thursday which included a long walk to a new-to-me mall to meet friends for coffee at Tim Horton's, a visit with my dear friend Emily (it was first time we have hung around my apartment), an afternoon with a colleague, a swim at the club, and a massage, I was right ready to enjoy well deserved good night's sleep.
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| Negotiating computer time... |
The cat decided otherwise. A few annoying noises, followed by a bang or two and a small meow, had me up and shaking my head. After a snack and a green tea, I thought I would check emails and other updates on the computer, contact Canada via Skype and then go back to bed.
The Skype calls didn't go through, the cat insisted on sitting on my lap, and despite my effort, this was the end of writing on Friday.
So now it is 3 a.m., on Sunday morning. Yesterday I went in to school and sorted through piles of old copies of papers. Last year, I thought I would keep extra photocopies and they were indeed piling up all over the place- on windowsills, tables, shelves, and any other available flat surface. My thought process was I will go through those some day. And, yesterday was the day. I recycled almost two full bags of white paper, and finally have a feeling of de-cluttered-ness. (My computer is telling me that isn't a word, so I added the hyphens- is that allowed?)
The cat has now moved unobtrusively to the table next to me. She is still purring, but much less annoying. Perhaps her needs have been met. I am thinking the life of a cat is pretty sweet. Eat, drink, sleep, annoy...
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| No, this is the life! |
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| Living with a cat! |
Wishing you a wonderful day of love, light, and wellness. Oh, and let me know if you would like a cat of your own!
Until next time,
Bee Rich
