Day 312; Footnotes of From The Sky is Falling, to Being the Difference

It happened yesterday. It happened again today just moments ago. (at the time of this writing this morning)

Two things of importance here the not so stray cats and Autumn.

Yesterday morning the wind was blowing. Not too terribly hard, but enough. With Autumn being in full swing, that means that the trees are becoming this kaleidoscope of colors. They are putting on their last big show before Winter. They are also dropping their leaves. One by one, or in groups they release and fall, spiraling to the ground below. Or, to what ever may be below.

Like young cats.

Who have no clue as to what is happening.

Yesterday when the wind blew leaves off the roof of the house they came raining down on the cats sitting on the back steps waiting to be fed. Every cat ducked and ran. Four cats, four different directions. Yes, I laughed. The rest of the day I watched as cats kept an eye on the sky. Every leaf, no matter where it fell, they saw. I really didn’t help matters much when I went up on the roof and swept off the leaves causing even more to rain down upon the back steps and yard. Last night though I did hear the cats playing in the leaf piles that were the result of my work. Their playing went on for hours and really annoyed the dogs who could hear them easily.

This morning as I sat here enjoying my coffee after having finished my morning post, I was gazing through the windows to my back yard. The young cat Moe was sitting about midway of the steps. Suddenly a leaf dropped from nowhere striking him on top of the head. Moe was not happy. Ducking and moving he searched for what had hit him. The offending leaf had easily blended with the others now on the steps making it less likely for Moe to realize his attacker. For long moments Moe sat staring up at the sky. The sky that appears to be, must be, falling.

But Moe, is a young cat. Moe is limited in knowledge. Soon enough Moe and the other young cats will adjust, adapt and come to some cat form of understanding of changing seasons and things that fall from the sky.

Moe sitting on the step searching for what is falling on their head.

As humans though, we should have a more intellectual ability to discern  better what is going on around us. We have the mental capabilities to seek out cause and effects. To comprehend right from wrong. We have the ability to remain calm when something happens without warning and react accordingly. Now, whether we use those abilities or not, is fully up to us. There is a lot going on around us. Depending on who you talk with, what research you do and where you do said research, what sources of information you follow is whether what is going on is good or bad. Whether it is true or conspiracy. It is up to the individual, to seek the way through the maze of events to the other side.

Chicken Little was hit by an acorn in the children’s book. Moe was struck by a leaf. Humanity is being struck by confusion and fear. Do we run crying out in fear that the sky is falling? Or do we stand strong, seek truth and work toward being the difference needed in a world seemingly gone mad?

Later today, mom called and wondered if I had any plans of going out. She needed batteries for the lantern they leave on for their dog. Sure mom, I do need to go out. I’ll call you when I’m ready to go. About an hour later, I called and told her I was coming. I told my son where I was going. I walked out to the car and started it. I wasn’t sure whether I was in the middle of an earthquake or blender. Turns out my Jeep was low on oil and making it act so crazy. My son explained why, then went for oil. I called mom and dad got on the phone wanting to know if my son would come blow the leaves out of their driveway. *spoiler…he didn’t. While I waited on my son’s return, I did rake leaves away from our front porch.

 Once the oil was replenished, mom and I were on our way. She managed to get most of what she wanted and even found something I had never seen before. A container of ice cream that was half chocolate the other vanilla. But then, I haven’t purchased ice cream in a long time. I picked out a couple things that made it appear that I really did need to go out.

When I got home, I had to figure out somewhere to put that pepper plant I had brought inside. My son had set it out on the back porch to get some light, but I feared that it would be too cold to leave there. I came in here and moved stuff around until I had space on a small table. So now we wait, make sure it and the rest, get enough water and see what happens.

I decided that I was going to make chicken and dumplins for supper tonight. I had asked my son if he were hungry and for what, but didn’t get a real response. So okay, chicken and dumplins. I managed to get it to the point of almost done when he came wandering into the kitchen. He didn’t act all that enthusiastic but oh well. I ate and cleaned up the kitchen of everything but that pot bubbling on the stove. That was when he came back in and asked if it was ready. Its been ready.

By the time I walked back into the kitchen I glanced in the pot. He had pretty well cleaned it out. There was maybe, at best a helping and a half left. I dished it over into a bowl and put that in the fridge. Then finished cleaning my kitchen for the night.

Now, I am sitting here listening to what ever program about unknown or unsolved mysteries is showing on the television. Both dogs are inside, sprawled out in the room and already asleep. The official cat is in hiding somewhere and even the not so stray cats outside are quiet tonight. I saw in my online scrolling how the planets are lined up and visible tonight and I may wander out to see. As I consider it though, I am ruminating about something else. I have made comments many times, especially over on social media about being the difference. How sometimes, it doesn’t take much at all. I saw evidence of that today. As mom and I were leaving the big box store. Mom walks with a cane. Mom walks slowly. We reached the end of the sidewalk and mom was preparing to step down off the curb. I glanced over and saw a car approaching. The car stops and the driver waves us across. I acknowledge them and help make sure mom makes the step down safely and across the roadway to where my Jeep was parked. Once we were across, the car went on. That cost them nothing but a moment  of their time. It meant a great deal to me. It also inspires me to try harder, to be the difference, for someone, in some way, every day.