Surprise In A Lap

Now and then you get a surprise in your lap. Say you are surfing the Internet, just minding your own business and your pet cat suddenly lands in your lap. See? Surprise in the lap.

Now imagine the same situation, only you are marking online assignments when a cat jumps into your lap. Oh, and you don’t own the cat. Yeah that kind of surprise happens to me today. And while I cannot say it is horrible or displeasing, it was truly startling. To the point of making me spill my coffee

Spilled coffee is displeasing to me because it means coffee that I see wasted. What is horrible is when the spilled coffee ends up all over your light colored shirt and you have a presentation to deliver in a few hours. Thankfully, everyone at work understood what happened because every person has been surprised by the campus cat. And as we shared our stories of interaction, this surprise was actually not the worst that happened to someone. The dean not only had the cat jump in his lap, but also had the fortune of having the cat alter his pants. By catching a claw or two in the weave of the pants which created a hole in the pants. So when this type of surprise happens, embrace the warmth of the cat, the gentle purr it emits and try not think of the coffee stains.
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Someone Was Wrong

Someone assured me that if I knew Beloved’s dark past, I would have never chosen to try and find the sun with him. Except Beloved doesn’t really have a dark past. Shadows for sure, but true darkness? No he lacks that. And I found the sun in him, in his radiance, and love.

Now to be sure, it is I who should have been the warning to him. For where he has shadows, I carry deep, dark ink spills. Those spills that threaten to black out the light and the fun. But also well earned from adventures of a past he can’t possible grasp. It isn’t for lack of trying on his part, but he simply has no reference. We grew up so completely differently.

Some times, when’s, when I’m with him, I wonder how it is that he is all the softness and light to my hard Darkness. How did he, who grew up in less than desirably conditions and less than what is considered poverty end up with the lightness and comfort? How is it that my soft landing place is this wonderful man who knows I don’t want someone to hold me, but to let me reach out to him when needed? How could someone be so wrong?

In The Way

I listened to a little boy explain to his dad how when the boy grew up he was going to be a vampire,but the good kind not the bad kind. I had no idea that there were types of vampires until today. And I forgot that when I was young, I could grow up to be anything I wanted too. Except I didn’t. Not really. I seem to fcall wanting to be able to fly. And never work. Instead I was going to have a place for all the animals to come and be my friend. Yes, all of the animals. Instead this weird thing happened. I grew up. Life happened, so did school and acareer and somewhere along the lines, Beloved happened. I have had animals in my life, to be sure I have. But not all of the animals. Nope, not all. And sure I love my job. Most of the time. But it’s not the same as a day stretching endlessly to be filled with whatever catches your fancy. It gets in the way sometimes. As for flying? Yes well only in airplanes, I’m afraid. So to that young man explaining how he was going to be a vampire when he grew up, I say go for it. But know life gets in the way.

Twists In Nature

The four-footed one was happily minding her own business. Just sniffing here and there when a rather large, long haired cat decided to check out my companion. And by checking out the four-footed one, I mean the cat wanted to sniff her. And true to being a cat, the cat didn’t seem to care what the four-footed one thought of all of this.

So the four-footed one did what she does best, she turned, bared her teeth and tried to make herself the size of a large television if not larger. Of course it didn’t work, but the cat nonetheless lost interest and the four-footed one went back to being her usual small, cute self.

Safely left alone, my companion went back to sniffing here and there and I wondered if the cat would come back. Because if the cat came back I knew I would wind up with a headache from the barking and snarling which would come from my companion.

Luckily the smells were not tempting so we moved on before the cat came back. And I realized that at some point, somehow nature was showing a sense of Humor. Since when does a cat challenge a dog? I guess when the cat is the same size, or slightly larger than the dog. And the dog is busy sniffing every piece of ground.

Another Ride

I knew this day would come. Well okay, I didn’t know for sure it would come to this. I had an idea it might happen though. It was more likely given how I had made certain decisions in the past. And I suppose I have a few specialists who could easily say that they had told me so. But they wouldn’t. They aren’t those kind of people.

But here I am, paying for decisions made or not made now. And as I look at it, seeing it coming back to me, I can’t honestly say I would change anything. The price is the price and the choice was mine. The devastating part of this is that it isn’t just me having to live with these legacy type decisions. It impacts others. Some who weren’t a part of my life when I made choices. And now I ask them to take this ride with me, a ride they have no say in.

And that ride, well it funnily enough starts with a hospital bed, medical forms and more decisions to make or not make.

Not As Planned

I didn’t plan on consuming a whole bunch of French fries today.  However, I was out, and became hungry so I needed food.  As I was checking out my options, I spot a fry place and well it seemed like a very good idea at the time.  

To be honest it was a great idea those first few bites.  Fresh, hot fries with the right amount of salt.  I mean how can that not be right?  But as I ate those delicious fries, I realized that yes they would fill me up and yes they made me happy, however it was a temporary thing.  Temporary as in not long after I got hungry again.

And after having had delicious fries for a meal, the next meal wanted to be of similar type.  Something greasy, unhealthy, salty and utterly delicious.  Yes I know, having this would simply lead to more hungry which could only be filled with cake.  How do I know?  Because dear friends I gave in and had deliciously unhealthy meal.  And hours after that I had cake.  Because cake is always the answer.  Especially after a meal of delicious yet unhealthy food!

Stranger Things Indeed

Now and then you receive a little something strange in your email.  Not a plea from a wealthy relative who requires a sum of cash to deal with a bank issue and in return this wealthy relative will pay you thousands upon thousands of dollars.  Not exactly like that.

And not even the strange stuff like random people thinking you are sexy and want to hook up with them because they like you or whatever.  And no not the emails that assure you that you now have coverage for insurance you never applied for.

No friends, I’m talking about the strange stuff like a picture of poop in a toilet.  Just a rad on picture of someone’s poop in a toilet. No plea for money to help flush the offending turd, or purchase the toilet paper.  Nothing like that.  Just the picture. Which went in the treasure without me doing anything with it.  Because what would you do?  More to the point, why even send it?

Or am I the only person blessed with a I true of some strange person’s poop in a potty?