Monday, May 28, 2012
My husband has pointed out that I haven't posted in awhile. Goodness, is it that obvious? I suppose so…let's rectify that right now. Since my mind is still traveling in a thousand directions at once, I think another unordered list is, well, in order.
Friday, May 18, 2012
So, I've started at least a dozen posts, but I seem to lose my focus before I finish. When I try to wrap them up, I can't get into it again. I suppose this is a sort of manifestation of the unsettled thoughts I've been trying to reason through. I am just going to let them float up in my mental stratosphere for awhile until they're ready to come back down. Let's just see if I can get through a list of blurbs for the time being.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Sophie got a new collar this weekend. The breakaway catch on her existing collar and been broken away too many times. She was regularly stripping it off to traipse around naked…hussy. We (or at least "I") need her to wear a collar, or anything that will make noise, so that I know she's in the vicinity and to watch where I step. Otherwise she's a naked ghost that tries to make me fall flat on my face.
Since she seems to be against me braiding bells into her tail, a collar it is.
In retrospect, the amount of time I spent considering various collar patterns was really quite silly…but it was a big decision! The choice I made may last for years. We decided that the cat needed new jewelry to go with her new wardrobe, so we updated her tag as well…a cute gold fish to replace the pink heart.
I forgot how trying it is to get the fit right on a new collar. I could not use her old collar as a guide because it had lost all integrity in becoming Sophie's latest chew toy. I took a guess and snapped it in place. A few minutes later, I came across Sophie on the stairs with her head down and struggling against something. Alarmed, I picked her up to discover that the little idiot was trying to strip off the new clothes as she did her old, except the clasp was brand new and sturdy instead of sad and broken down. As it was, she had her lower jaw caught beneath the collar and could not free herself.
I reached for the clasp and freed her. I tightened the collar and snapped it back in place. A few minutes later, I heard her panting behind the chair in the living room. Same thing—pretty, not smart. I started berating her as I freed her once more, tightened the collar once more. "You're going to break your jaw if you don't knock it off!" She looked at me like I was the subject of an inside joke before flouncing away, her plume-like tail whispering through the air.
It wasn't until later that I considered the possibility that she was just trying to go fishing.
One final Sophie moment: I'll apologize for the photo quality, but this was too cute not to share.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
I spend a lot of time getting caught up on the people who cloud my days. How many times have I vented about this person who irritated me, or that person who has no respect for others? How many times have I fumed over that harshly worded email or the guy who decided not to compromise? Why is it only the hard parts of people that I hug close?
Such a sad subconscious summation, isn't it?—And I'm actually a positive person!
I was unaware of this pattern until one day last week when I was leaving work and noticed an ordinary but wonderful thing. To leave the building, employees have to go through a set of secure doors to enter the skywalk that leads to the parking garage, through another set of secure doors that lead to an enclosure, and finally one last set of doors to actually get to the place where we park the cars (there must have been a good deal on doors when they built the place). I was approaching the second set of doors when I noticed the sound of footsteps behind me. I looked back to judge the nearness of this other person.
It's a little game we all play. Is she far enough back that I can make my merry way without holding the door? If I walk really fast, can I get to the door far enough ahead of him so I don't have to wait while he shuffles along? The binds of polite society can be so bothersome.
The gentleman was far enough back that I could have sped along without holding the door, but only just. On a split-second decision, I decided to be a nice guy and hold the door. He looked up, surprised that I waited for him when I had enough clearance to leave without being outcast. He tilted his head and smiled. "Thanks," he said as he reached the door.
I smiled and nodded before continuing on…I felt good. From the corner of my eye, I saw him begin to follow my path but stopped with a jerk and caught the door behind him before it closed. Looking back, I noticed someone else in the skywalk. He was far enough back from the door, yet the man waited for him. The man in the skywalk smiled, surprised that someone so far ahead of him held the door.
I don't know why the simple observation reverberated so much…but I haven't been able to stop thinking about whatever it is that causes a person to make a split-second decision, or the driving force to take a tiny piece of kindness and share it with someone else.
I guess people aren't really so bad after all.
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