Its late. The house is quiet. I'm having a hard time getting started. I love to write, but as usual, I struggle with where to begin? The thoughts and images running through my head could never be adequately expressed, which is a problem for one who so loves the written word. So I remain quiet lest I share too much.
I'd like to say I'm doing something, anything really, but the truth is I'm lying on the couch with the computer in my lap as I write. Every now and then our cat Grace bounds up to land squarely on my belly. I groan as her 24 pounds lands squarely on my diaphragm. Ugh! Its loud enough to wake the dogs, who sound the alarm and come running to be sure I'm alright. Satisfied, Jordy curls up on the floor beside me. Puppy, both blind and deaf, hops up onto the couch and plants herself on top of my feet. All is well, and Grace finally settles in on my chest, swishing her tail back and forth as she keeps vigilant watch over the canines. I get a mouthful of fur. And another.
By now I'm completely flat on my back. The pillow that was once behind my head is now beneath Jordy's chin. I can't bear to disturb him so I tilt my head and hold it up as if the pillow were still there. This can't last long. Grace is a sweet and beautiful cat, but her enormous girth has obscured the computer screen. Luckily there's a documentary about Dale Chihuly's Milennium installation in Jerusalem to keep me busy while I wait for Grace to slink off. Ben and I saw this very exhibit, and I'm flooded with sweet memories of the year we traveled.
Such a lovely thought as I begin drifting off to sleep.
I'd like to say I'm doing something, anything really, but the truth is I'm lying on the couch with the computer in my lap as I write. Every now and then our cat Grace bounds up to land squarely on my belly. I groan as her 24 pounds lands squarely on my diaphragm. Ugh! Its loud enough to wake the dogs, who sound the alarm and come running to be sure I'm alright. Satisfied, Jordy curls up on the floor beside me. Puppy, both blind and deaf, hops up onto the couch and plants herself on top of my feet. All is well, and Grace finally settles in on my chest, swishing her tail back and forth as she keeps vigilant watch over the canines. I get a mouthful of fur. And another.
By now I'm completely flat on my back. The pillow that was once behind my head is now beneath Jordy's chin. I can't bear to disturb him so I tilt my head and hold it up as if the pillow were still there. This can't last long. Grace is a sweet and beautiful cat, but her enormous girth has obscured the computer screen. Luckily there's a documentary about Dale Chihuly's Milennium installation in Jerusalem to keep me busy while I wait for Grace to slink off. Ben and I saw this very exhibit, and I'm flooded with sweet memories of the year we traveled.
Such a lovely thought as I begin drifting off to sleep.
love the images of your animals...and the joy they clearly bring you...xoxox
Posted by: heather | January 09, 2009 at 10:01 PM
Love the images! Enjoy the quiet moments.
Posted by: Mary Lin Huskamp | January 11, 2009 at 08:55 PM