Tuesday, January 14, 2014
It is quiet here. I am alone for once and it is strangely calming. DD made up a fire in the fireplace that I have to maintain while she is gone to class for the evening. Our cat, Little Ann, is stretched out in front of the fire sleeping. It is her favorite place in the winter. She is an older cat, 14 years, and can get away with hogging all the warm spots in the house. We have had her the 2nd longest of any cat ever. Roscoe was our first cat and he lived with us for 18 years. Before we even had kids he came into our lives and taught us how to love an animal. All other pets have been measured up to his standard and few have come close. Little Ann is in a class all her own. She found us by walking out of our cornfield one year as a kitten and never leaving even when DH tried to get her to leave by spraying her with the garden hose. She has wormed her way into our hearts. She likes to sit thisclose to you and puts her face so close to mine that my eyes can't even focus. Yes, I will share the fire's warmth with her.
But when the house is quiet it gives me a chance to think to myself. To relax for just a bit and just be. It is very nice and it doesn't happen too often. So I enjoy when I get the chance.
Today I walked home again. Didn't need to catch my breath at all. Good walking day. Had on my actual walking shoes today and I was doing a really good pace. Listening to a new book "Fade Away" by Harlan Coben. And I found myself laughing quite a bit at the banter between the main character, Myron Bolitar, and his assistant Esperanza. She is pretty funny and I've liked her in all the books that I've listened to so far that she has been in. Before I left the building one of my buddies asked if I was biking today. "Oh how I wish I had brought my bike." I said. "Walking along the roadway yesterday I could envision myself pedaling along." and he understood because he is skier and he lives to ski each weekend during the winter. He lives for the winter months so that he can ski. I think we all have something that makes our lives happy. Walking and biking for me, skiing for him, the warm fire for Little Ann. My DH truly loves to putter with his woodpile, the chopping and stacking. He says it is a great way to unwind - no thought process involved just manual labor. Yes we all need something that makes us happy no matter how mundane.