Friday, December 11, 2015
If I Only Had A Brain
Tomorrow is the Virgin of Guadalupe's Day and I have given my own darling Guadalupe new rose lights and cleaned her up. Isn't she pretty?
Company coming this afternoon and I, with my anxiety brain am trying to figure out what to do this morning. I NEED to take a walk and thaw some venison and put a dry rub on it and clean out the hen house and finish up some tidying here and, and, and...
And of course I want to go see Baby August and his mama and I'm not sure how to get all of this done and so I sit paralyzed, trying to figure it out and the minutes and hours go by and if I'd gotten up at a reasonable time I could have done it all but no.
Every time I take my hand off of Maurice in bed in the morning, she politely bites me and grabs my hand and puts it back on her so it's all her fault again. Her fault with her little orange warm body which has its winter coat, softer than silk.
"It's okay, mama," she says. "Sleep some more."
And I do and then I get up and panic, and she, of course, stays in the bed because she is a cat and having grown that winter coat, has no more obligations whatsoever.
In her perfect world food magically appears, there are always lizards to chase, chickens to watch over, innumerable cozy places to drowse and dream and someone to pet her every time she feels that need.
Next lifetime I'm going to be a cat. This being a human is way too stressful.