My cat is shady AF
She gets affable at bedtime so I’ll agree to trade my comfort for hers and keep my knees bent, my achilles available, and my clockhand feet forever parallel, all of which is heroic for a splayer like me
And then she chides me by sleeping all day or at least in between bouts of meowing to get into my room or meowing to get out of my room.
Which she does with admirable persistence
And she is able to keep a sort of spell over me so that I continue to love her with wild abandon even though that’s what I know she would do to me if given the chance, you know, if she could squiggle out the door she’d be gone at least until she got hungry or tired because nothing out there is as comfortable or accommodating as I am although you wouldn’t have to do much more than crane your neck to find people who would disagree with that statement, and heartily, too.
And speaking of work, I got my big beautiful iMac delivered here last week because it’s hard to do what I do on a laptop although I gotta tell you I have regrets already because I like the bohemianship of a laptop, you know, I can work out in the greenhouse if I feel like it which I often do because there’s a wood stove in there and it’s like being at the cottage sometimes or I can work and watch Fleabag or at least watch Fleabag and glance occasionally in the direction of my laptop and also I can choose my zoom background and in the summer I like to sit in lawn chairs and have been known to take the laptop to the beach although I would advise against this because just like taking a baby to the beach it’s weird where you find sand deposits. Anyway. It’s still in the box for now. Pretty sure my big screen is going to Alice-in-Wonderland me, you know, because I’ve been working all this time in miniature and I think it might be nearly as shocking as my new glasses were.
And I don’t know about you but I don’t take shocking as lightly as I used to
I am beginning to think my newish jumpiness is an age thing. I mean I don’t feel old. I yoga it out all the time and remain flexible unless sleeping as I said. I also walk all over the place, as my bladder allows at least, which creates a sort of theme here because I know that’s an age thing too. Difficult to go for really long walks these days because I don’t want to use public washrooms even if they are available to me so that’s why when I feel a long one coming on, a walk I mean, I usually go somewhere wild with lots of nooks and crannies.
Because the option is dehydrating and that gives me wrinkles
And although Daisy was my peer until quite recently, she has sort of catapulted into old age, due to the math I suppose, and even though she does yoga, too, she’s less flexible than she used to be.
I mean she used to leap onto the couch but now she goes all slow and it takes her a few times, you know, kinda like she’s climbing into a boat after a swim
And when she finally manages to pull herself up, all bony little elbows and knees included, she lays there in an exposed pile of shame until she gets her dignity back for long enough to curl up and within seconds she’s galloping in her sleep.
Which come to think of it is very much the way I go about relaxing after a long day. Or a short one. Only I have to take a beverage into account along with my knees and elbows so the potential for losing my dignity is slightly greater.
When I first started this blog I was afraid it would get in the way of my real writing. And it has
And I fight it off sometimes, you know, like I really try to concentrate on my fiction because I enjoy it very much in a tortured kind of way, whateverthefuck that means, and I love each and every one of the projects I have going on and for sure there’s a particular kind of joy to be had but sometimes the seriousness gets to me and I don’t mean only the subject matter but the carefulness with which I have to write, you know, properly.
And then I come back here where it’s comfortable and you guys don’t mind about dangling particles or weird bits here and there while I ramble on in the groove where I really love to be, you know, without my serious writerly self, and without a good portion of my dignity either.
