Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Cat's Meow

Where to hide? All my old haunts now ruled by a three-year old intent on playing with me. But all I want to do is wander about, lay in the sun, chase a laser light and not be touched. I'm not a kitten, after all, and never did go for all that huggy, touch-feely stuff the other cats seemed to adore. Where did all the other cats go, anyway? They disappeared. IF they were still here, the pressure would be off of me to present a patient appearance, while being chased, petted and given unwanted attention. I'm fifteen - isn't there some rule about giving elders more respect?

((as mused to me by my temperamental cat, while she meows her complaints before curling on my lap))

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Spring introspection

Northwest Oregon unveils summer by way of misty morning. Unusually cool, even for Oregon, this year's cooler, wetter weather has been merely punctuated by minuscule tastes of warming sun and clear blue sky. Last weekend's joy-filled taste of summer danced delight for its arrival on a weekend instead of during the work week. Parks, fountains, the Portland waterfront and many, many farmers' markets bustled with smiling folks in shorts and T-shirts.

There is calm introspection present in overcast mornings. I wake in soft repose, as if all stress and hecticness must wait, their energy dampened, kept low. With no strong sun-filled day to pull me outside, I get to settle in with my muse and enjoy written conversation.

And so the day goes and I along with it.