The not so stray cats were not happy with me this morning.
When I got up this morning it was raining. I didn’t see any of the cats out back and I wasn’t going to put anything out while it was raining and they were tucked away somewhere out of the rain. Since I wasn’t feeding them, I came in here and began working on my morning post. Which was interrupted by mom’s call and then mom’s call was interrupted by a call from my son. Those still concern me due to the fact he doesn’t call for no reason. And this was no different. He needed a favor, he needed caffeine. So good mom that I am, I got dressed and headed out to the rescue. Upon returning, before I sat down and got back focused on my writing, I fed the not so stray cats. There is one kitten that is more fearless than the rest and will head straight for the food. Once it gets to eating, I can stand there and pet it all I want. By the time it was said and done this morning I had managed to pet three of the kittens and almost one of the adult.
Even though my train of thought had been completely derailed and rerouted, I managed to get my blog completed and published. It does frustrate me somewhat when I’m writing and get interrupted. Ideas and thoughts, and earth shattering words of great importance get lost. Okay, maybe not quite that good but still, good ideas are a terrible thing to waste. Besides, when those thought bubbles pop, they make such a mess.
Mom needed to go to the bank today and I had promised to drive her over. She always asks if I need to go because she doesn’t want me doing anything just for her. So I rolled ten dollars worth of pennies to deposit. Yep, I have to go mom, I have a deposit. On the way we pass this once upon a time pharmacy turned into a used car lot. They have several Wrangler Jeeps for sale. Mom has to point them out as if I didn’t see them. The only way I’m going to own a Wrangler is if someone gives it to me and we all know that isn’t happening. But I don’t say that out loud, I just give her a noncommittal, “yep”. It was pretty much in and out at the bank and on our way home again. She had that few minutes out and away from the house and got that errand run.
I sat here after that, and did some research on the process of upgrading my blog. At least I tried to do research. I found the videos somewhat annoying. But the ones I sort of watched were mostly for starting up a new site, not upgrading. Then I accidentally found an entire menu of articles that were very interesting and would most likely help. I got the one read on the donation button and the what and how. Then, when I went to read something else on the list, I managed to close out that tab and now I can’t find that list. I have no idea why I always seem to make things harder than they should be. My son has just taken to looking at me pityingly and with a shake of his head tell me that technology just hates me. Then, instead of sitting down and helping me, he walks away to leave me to my battles. Which is actually probably a good thing as when I do figure it out, I will remember it better. At least that’s the way its supposed to work, right. Right?
Once upon a time I remember listening to this conversation. They were discussing Heaven and what they thought Heaven would be like. The one I remember best said that they thought Heaven would be where we were able to do all the things that we love the most here. If you like to fish, you get to fish, climb mountains, you climb mountains, you like to sit on the bank of a river and watch the water flow by… I thought that sounded perfect.
That would mean that my idea of hell would be sitting at a desk dealing with a cantankerous computer that refused to do anything I wanted and did it slooooooooooooowly. And there wouldn’t be any chocolate or coffee, or there would be, but they would be just out of reach.
For now though, as the night winds down, I do believe I’m going to see if I have any hot cocoa and sit here and enjoy the sounds of the night drifting in the open windows. Today was a beautiful day, the temperature perfect, which means the night breeze is cooler than usual. I may not be technologically minded or talented, but I do know the sounds of peace and the feeling of contentment.