SCARY SNOW

As I sat at the kitchen table typing on my laptop (mine’s more of a table-top), I thought I heard something.  It didn’t sound like rain.  And, well, you can’t hear snow. 

I opened the door.  Freezing rain was pitter pattering on the porch.  Nice, cozy night to stay indoors! 

I crawled into bed to read and Mojo curled up with me.  He looked so relaxed, breathing slowly and calmly, head tucked under his front paw.  But that tail was twitching.  Oh my!  Not a good sign.   I rubbed his back soothingly, but I saw the tail twitch again and quickly withdrew my currently non-bloody hand.  I have been vaccinated by Mojo’s teeth one too many times. 

So what had I done?  What was bugging Mojo?  I went and checked his food, water, and litter box.  All was well.  However, when Mojo ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.  I returned to find him sitting beside the door to the porch listening intently, ears up, tail tucked under.  OK.  I got it.  This crazy cat was spooked by the soft pitter patter of freezing rain!

I thought, “How stupid,” then I thought, “I need to become a disciple of Mojo.  Stay alert.  Never get lazy.  That’s the secret to living simply and abundantly.”  Pretty soon, he started munching on his cat food.  He had decided that life was good.  I decided that, too.  J

SLAW GEYSER

I was hurrying (as always) to clean up the kitchen when I picked up a plastic container with leftover, juicy slaw in it - and no lid on it.  I dashed across the kitchen with it, and dropped it.  Luckily, it landed right side up.  The force of the landing sent wet globs of slaw skyward.  George got a good laugh out of seeing the spotted design on the kitchen floor. 

Later, cleaning up again (why was I in the kitchen so much that day?!), I dropped a bottle of oil on the counter, smashing my ceramic spoon rest to smitherines.  Oh well.  Stuff happens. 

But when I was in the living room – finally relaxing – and heard a glass breaking in the kitchen, I knew this day was going from bad to worse.  George had dropped the wine glass he was getting off the cabinet shelf.  After cleaning that up, I drank some wine and called it a night!

 

They say you’re going to have a good day if your toast falls jelly-side-up.  But slaw-side-up-with-lid-off is different.  Does it qualify as a jelly-side-up experience if a bad day follows?  I don’t know the theory behind it, but the proof’s in the pudding - or the slaw, in this case.