It’s been a couple of weeks since I last posted. The world smiles more again, and we jumped from spring to mid-summer very quickly. From perfect temperatures in the 70s to the 90s, almost overnight. Too quickly for me. Neither too cold nor too hot temperatures please me, but then again, I don’t think pleasing me is Mother Nature’s top priority.
In my absence, I have put some plants in pots outside, and maybe one of these days I’ll even take some pictures to show you – because, why should you take my word for it? You all know how lazy I really am. There is much more waiting to be attended to outside, but I am still undecided as to how important those chores are. Until I make that decision, I shall linger inside or out on the deck, pondering, relaxing, enjoying.
There are the antics of the kitten – Batman, aka Little Boy, Little Boy Batman, LBB, Lubb (because LBB would sound like that), Lubby, Hey You!, NO! As the only male in the house, it is important he keep his eye on us, most particularly me.
Napping is harder now, for the big furry girls. This little thing races wildly about the house, caring not whose nose or toes he pounces on. Though, sometimes, exhaustion overcomes him, and we are given freedom to do as we please, without assistance. For a brief period of time, anyway.
The lawn needs mowing. But it’s Sunday. And thunderstorms are threatening. And although now it’s cloudy and not too warm, the sprinklers ran overnight and the grass is wet. And I don’t really feel like it.
The house needs cleaning. Again. But it’s Sunday. And I don’t feel like it.
I went to town the other day and got a pedicure. My pedicurist (what are they called anyway?) asked if I’d been gardening because my legs have a network of fine scratches. No, I said – but I have a kitten, and when I’m sitting at my computer desk, my legs are his ladder to the desktop, where he needs to be because I need supervision. And help. My pedicurist, who I’m certain was wishing he hadn’t asked that question, said – very thoughtfully – “oh”. Conversation successfully deterred.
Kathy, of Lake Superior Spirit blog fame, talked about sentences that go on forever without punctuation in her blog the other day. It kind of felt like a challenge one that would be very difficult for me not so much the sentence that goes on forever but the lack of punctuation because my fingers just automatically go to those keys as I type and it’s hard to control them you know but I’m going to try that now because like I said it kind of felt like a challenge one that I could take on because it didn’t require any heavy lifting or real effort on my part other than to make my brain communicate with my fingers in the way I want it to rather than the way it thinks it should so here I am without punctuation or very much coherence just kind of putting words on the paper and letting you go where you might with them but I think any second now that’s going to end because I really want to share a couple more photos with you. There! That’s done! Take that, Kathy!
While I ponder how much outside work I really care to do, I sometimes sit in my morning room chair, watching what’s going on in the bird tree outside my window. The other day, one of our regular summer visitors, the Western Tanager, came by to say hello.
This morning on Facebook, I read a post my daughter had shared, written by a woman who said she “wanted her daughters to fill their space” – whether it be physical appearance or size, opinions, thoughts, dreams. It was a very interesting post, well-written, voicing thoughts I’ve had frequently through my life, and quite often of late. It seems society expects a great deal of all of us, but mostly women, and expects that we will fit those Hollywood propagated ideals – you know, the right weight, the right shape, wrinkle-free, intelligent but not pushy about it, talented in the kitchen, charming – all of those ideals. Unreal. Uniform. As I read this post, my thoughts went to the ways this applies not only to the young, but to those of us who are maturing, probably more quickly than we like. My thoughts went like this: Yes, yes! When we get old and our skin is more like crepe paper than satin, sags in unbecoming ways, and bears scars of tangles with life, puppy and kitten claws, rose bushes – when we are inclined to hide it all but it’s 90 degrees out there and we want to sprawl in the only cool spot we can find, unconfined, we need the freedom to be what we are and to fill our space. Unashamed.
My mind wants to ramble on about the current political campaigns, but I find that topic displeasing. Frightening. I must be dreaming. No, nightmaring. So I won’t go there. Instead, I will end with a photo of clouds that I thought were very interesting – appropriate because they occurred at sundown (sundown, an ending) the other evening.
Go forth now, and prosper! Prosper in accordance with your own personal definition of the word.