Day three of the I don’t wanna write exercises.
“Thou shalt write of it each and every day. The profound, the banal, thou shalt write of it.”
OK … I arose exactly one-half hour after sunrise at the urging of Mr. Bladder who ALWAYS wakes one half-hour after sunrise and thinks that I should too. I would really prefer to sleep in.
Pad out to the kitchen, give a quick peek out the window to see how many feral cats the cat lady has waiting for their breakfast, then on into the kitchen for that first cup that Snookums has already brewed. Nothing beats having the coffee waiting for you. It is agony waiting for the wheezing coffee maker to squeeze out twelve cups morning magic, so if I can stall long enough before rising, it magically gets brewed and waits patiently for me.
Filch a couple of sugar cookies out of the jar, and pad on down to the studio, set the coffee down, and spend five minutes irritating the bird, and checking the widow to see what is happening in the yard. Since the cats have arrived, the morning birds have disappeared. Life has its balance, and we must learn to abide by it. Cats or birds … you can’t have both.
Checking the news feeds while sipping coffee and nibbling cookies is the next event. Usually by this time the mutts have smelled cookie if they haven’t already watched me get them out of the jar, and I am surrounded by pleading eyes that tell me that they never get anything good, and I could do them such a kindness by sharing. But I resolutely avoid looking at them and concentrate on the day’s events.
Mercifully there isn’t much new this morning. Bibi Netanyahu is forming a government but can’t form the government he wants. I have never quite understood the Parliamentary system of governance, so I accept that as some exotic maneuver by him as he continues to look out for Israel’s interests, and others try to thwart that in the hopes that Israel’s interests are something else. Yep. Don’t understand it.
And the New York Times reporters say something was edited out of the story of another woman abused by Justice Kavanaugh, that even though she said she didn’t recall the event, she was certainly sexually abused by Kavanaugh. Can’t say I understand that either.
And Trump continues to fret over how to enact gun control without controlling guns. Advisers are telling him that the left will love him if he does. I am reasonably certain they wouldn’t like him even then, and American gun owners would most certainly abandon him. If he is wise, he will just drop it and get on with governing.
A sister receives bad news about her aging dog. Finally, something I do understand this morning. Over a lifetime, I have had many dogs and can’t imagine life without one. But that damned short lifespan of theirs insures that just about the time you are thoroughly in love with them, they leave. It is a sadness.
And so the day awakens. No big things are on the agenda. The job jar overfloweth and vexes me, but not enough to pull out a slip and do something.