Step into my imagination, if you will. Our eyes meet across a crowded internet. I motion to the balcony, and we both edge through the crowd and find each other again at a dark green curtain. I draw it aside, and we walk out onto a small area with wrought iron railing and a table and two chairs. The city spreads out below us, spots of light here and there. In the distance, a crescent moon is reflected in the still summer ocean. On the table is a tea service, or a jug of coffee, or perhaps just some water. We smile at each other and sit.
So, I say, as I pour the tea/coffee/water. What brings you here?
It has been an adjustment, having younger cats around. The last time we had a kitten was nine years ago. Now we have a pair of six-month-old boys, and they are full of rough-and-tumble kitteny play. Our Offspring are utterly delighted with the kittens. The kittens are less delighted about our Offspring — although the tabby does seem to quite like their company. There has been a lot of giggling and squealing, interspersed with, ‘Ow! He just scratched me!’ Haha. Kittens do have a tendency to get a little carried away.
So in the brief window when the kittens are sleeping and our Offspring are outside playing, I’d better put these links up, and think about getting lunch ready! Have an interesting Sunday, everyone.
I had a different post for this week (I even scheduled it because I obviously have such mad computer skillz! That, and I’m busy and didn’t know if I would otherwise get around to it) but then four things happened: I read a poem, I read a blog post, it was the 45th anniversary of the moon landing, and the conflict in Gaza exploded into even greater tragedy, and they all came together into this post.
Welcome to the leaps of logic which exist in my mind!