Monday, July 12, 2010

One Wonders...

Near as I can figure, I have managed to wade my way through the five billion appointments I set for myself over the past couple of weeks.  At last, I can slow down and have some "me" time.  I need that.  Every once in a while, I enter into a phase where the world outside my walls becomes oppressive and I need to hibernate for a period of time lest I become the sort of person who wears a tin foil hat as a fashion statement.

The down side of this behavior is that I'm pretty much on my own and have no one but my little ol' self to pass judgement upon my actions.  Given that I will have to go out periodically to dispose of the trash and forage for food, I really need to make sure that I haven't crossed that delicate line between A Person Taking Some Me Time and A Person Who Has Lost All Perspective Regarding Normal Behavior.  I have to ask myself a lot of questions if I'm going to successfully analyze myself.

For example, is it reasonable for me to think that I am going to finish that stupid sock this week?  A couple of years ago, it wouldn't even be a question.  I'd finish that and then some.  But production has slowed and I have to wonder if I'm really going to make the commitment.  I think I can do it.  I really do.  It is a sock, not a peace accord.  It is doable.  But still...past behavior makes me less than certain.

And what about the cucumbers?  When I swung by the farmer's market on Saturday, it was way too crowded for me to consider much in the way of shopping.  I just wanted to snag some basil and garlic and be done with it.  I didn't need cucumbers.  In fact, I had some at home.  But when the nice older gentleman gallantly handed me a bag with which to collect produce, I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't in the market for baggable items.  I took it with heartfelt thanks and grabbed the first thing I saw in order that I might get the heck out of that packed stall.  More cucumbers.  Did that really have to happen?




For that matter, did I need to get so giddy over the subsequent making of the bread & butter pickles?  


I was rather perplexed by my having rolled out of bed at 5:00 this morning.  I don't understand.  What possessed me to crack open my eyeballs at such an ungodly hour when I am supposed to be all relaxed and whatnot?  Am I doomed to a life of early risings because I have lost the ability to sleep in like a normal person who doesn't have to do anything but engage in "me" time?  This concerns me.

Lots of questions, lots of pondering.  It's a burden and I hate to lay it at your feet.  Worse, I have one more upon which you might reflect.  Is it weird that looking up to see the Very Complicated Kitty giving his Absurdly Gi-normous brother a bath was enough to make me a little teary eyed?



Kind of choked up even...


I mean, c'mon!  They're cats being cats.  Granted, the VCK was targeting that one spot behind the ears that the AGK tries mightily to reach and never seems to quite get.  It was a very nice gesture.  But it's not like I was watching them coordinate a rescue operation to get Timmy out of that darned well or anything.  They were just doing what cats do.  Getting all smooshy-hearted over that sort of thing just isn't normal...




Right?



SA

16 comments:

Mel said...

From where I stand it's normal enough. It also looks like a match made in Hebbin with Ceiling Cat's blessing.

Ruth said...

It's an ordinary sort of miracle, true ... but those are the ones that always get my eyes leaking.

So glad that the boys are so well met.

trek said...

Wow. That really is amazing. Allopecious grooming of adult, non-related felines in only a week. They truly area "buds".

B. said...

Ahh, how I have missed your blogs -- glad I've checked back in!

Beth said...

The cats are so sweet!!!

Julia G said...

Awww! What a couple of cuties!

This time of year the sun wakes me up before the kitties roust me for breakfast -- some days I wake THEM up. Besides, how can you enjoy not having to get up in the morning if you sleep right through it?

kmkat said...

"Me" time is important. I'm not sure that it matters much what you do with it, as long as it doesn't involve obligations to other people. Getting teary over the miraculous bonding of two non-related cats seems perfectly normal to me. But then I'm a Krazy Kat Lady myself so my opinion is not worth much...

Kath said...

Those two shots of the VCK & the AGK? Totally mushy and deserving of an "Awwwwww......"

I like cucumbers just fine for salads & snackin but around here people do heinous things to the poor innocent cukes like drown them in Cholula or Tapatio sauce. Something about the cool & hot combination I guess but it's evil to me.

Mia said...

that last picture is just adorable... really nice :)

the pickles look pretty darn good too! You go woman! You're just about ready for any zombie attack that might happen along what with pickles and relish and chile concarne!!!! I"m jealous!

Donna Lee said...

I have lost the ability to sleep past the crack of dawn. I blame years of getting up at 5:30. Even on weeks off, I wake up early. I used to be able to sleep till at least 8 or 9 but not any more.

You'd think I'd get more done but no. I reach for the laptop and waste hours online.

Anonymous said...

Come on down to CWS tonight! It's been a long time and bring your sock (and your recipe for B&B pickles if it's not a family secret). I could look at those 2 kitties getting along so well by the hour.
Carol

April said...

Nah, it's not weird. I brought "Earl" home last night as a potential friend for Phil, who's never really had a friend. Within 15 minutes Phil was washing Earl like he'd never been cleaned. I got all misty eyed over that.

Cathy said...

I forced M to get out of bed to see the photos of the boys.

I don't even mind sharing the popcorn.

gayle said...

Awwwww....
In Cat Time, that was near-instantaneous bonding.

Cursing Mama said...

I will not tell you where this kind of behavior ends up in my house because well.... my boys are actually brothers and I REFUSE to speak about it. Needless to say, I'm sure you've guessed the kind of activities I have broken up.

Shuddering at the memories.

Jeanne said...

Ohhh, dey wuvvvvvs each udder! Awwww....