CATCHING A MOTH

Cat Mojo is sixteen years old.  When he was in his prime, he could catch a fly in mid air.  He was FAST.  Not so much now.  When a moth fluttered by today, Mojo vaulted, but the moth got away. 

Later, I saw the moth on the floor.  Instead of catching it myself and releasing it out the door, I thought it would be more fun to watch Mojo catch it.  I nudged it with my toe.  It jumped. Mojo jumped.  The chase was on. 

Mojo did his best to pounce on the poor, doomed moth.  He leapt around in circles, hugging the floor after each leap, ready to spring again.  Suddenly the moth disappeared.  Mojo held his crouch – his body motionless and his head darting everywhere in search of his pray. 

Baffled, he stood up.  Under him lay a flat, dead, not-too-interesting moth.  There wasn’t too much thrill in the kill, but he ate it nevertheless.

REACTION TIME

On Tuesday the article appeared in the paper.  My eyes read it.  My Senior Citizen brain registered it.  I’m responding with this story three days later, which proves my point.  Oh yes.  You haven’t heard my point ...

COFFEE

Forty-four years ago I got married and started learning to cook, and, even now, I have a lot to learn about cooking.  (About marriage, too, for that matter!) 

I wondered for years why coffee was better at someone else’s ...

CAN’T BE QUIET

No one has ever accused me of being too quiet, especially my husband.  I can’t count the times in a day when he calls out, “Are you all right?”  It’s irritating, but at least he cares.

In spite of his good ears, I try not ...

YOUNG PEOPLE’S DISCOUNT

I forgot to ask the nice young man at the counter for a “senior discount,” but he nobly said, as he spoke out loud while totaling my order, “…and the discount.”  I said, “Yeah.  It’s the ‘old people’s discount.”  Now here’s where he earned his gold medal – he smiled and said, “It’s the young people’s discount.”  This guy is going places!

CAN’T SLEEP MUCH

We went to bed and snuggled up comfortably.  I didn’t move until my shoulder started hurting.  Staying in the bear hug, I started shifting as one joint or the other started hurting.  George slept.  I lingered in the twilight zone for two hours.

Around midnight....

WHEN THE BURDENS GROW GREATER

I know you’re accustomed to my sarcasm and weird sense of humor.  But today I am giving you one of the most helpful poems I’ve ever read.  Bear with me.  I won’t do this to you often! 

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,

He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;

To added affliction He addeth His mercies,

To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,

When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,

When we reach the end of our hoarded resources

Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,

His power no boundary known unto men;

For out of His infinite riches in Jesus

He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

Annie Johnson Flint