It was already dusk when I looked up,
where did the time go?
I thought I would take a “coffee break”
from my work-at-home load
to sneak in a few pages of this book
borrowed from a friend.
Reading on a working day!
The ultimate guilty pleasure.
Just a few minutes, swear
But of course I got carried away
Min, the girl in the story,
appeared to be writing a letter/
holding a monologue
Explaining to her ex, Ed (and the rest of us)
why they broke up
I loved how the words tumbled out with no brakes,
like the way people really think
Bright and raw and matter of fact and precious
Always, this dilemma: to savor every page,
or speedread through to the end,
to find out why, really, why did they break up?
But halfway through,
The cat looks at me, then out the window,
Indicating that I’ve been remiss with my afternoon duties
Oh no! Where did the time go?
I still need to finish an article, walk the cat, defrost what we’re having for dinner
No more time today
to find out, whether or not
–hoping against hope–
Min and Ed didn’t break up after all
It was already dusk.
After his walk (and afternoon snack of fresh grass), I could hear the cat retching in the bathroom. After my initial disgust, I was impressed at the fact that he had the decency to excuse himself and hurl his furballs and accompanying bile onto the bathroom floor. Where did he learn such manners?
No mama, not P.S. I Love You! (Tsubasa guards the stash of nostalgic reads that have managed to escape the garage sale pile every year)
It’s a rainy Thursday afternoon, and I’m gazing longingly at the stash of nostalgic reads my cat is perched on. Matilda! Anne of Green Gables! Nancy Drew! How I long to curl up on the couch with a steaming mug of hot chocolate and revisit childhood friends, but deadlines loom (and what am I even doing, posting here?). Meanwhile, just this weekend, my young niece told me she was happy to get back to school, as there was “nothing to do” over the Halloween/semestral break. “Nothing to do”–oh, what luxury! I don’t think having absolutely no plans ever bothered me, and though I liked to be alone, I was never really lonely. Rainy days remind me of school getting called off, and the blissful joy of armchair adventures. Emily Dickinson said it best: “There is no frigate like a book/to take us lands away”… What are your favorite lazy day reads?
You don’t fool me, grumpy cat.
You wriggle away when I try to hug you, you don’t come when I call (except during meal times–but of course), and you run out of the house every chance you get (and you know the sweet spot under the car where my arms can’t reach you). But you also shadow me around the house, and when you meow to let me know that you’re “allowing” me to rub your tummy, I can see right through you.
Today was another migraine day, which kept me marooned on the couch, and despite the pain, I couldn’t help but smile when you snuggled next to me to sleep on my foot. You love me after all, don’t you?