I wonder if I should get a cat…
They seem to be all the rage, particularly on the Internet. The cat meme explosion is quite curious, why are they so popular? Seriously, why? They seem to be many a Writers pet of choice too, is a literary cat craze afoot?
Hmm, well — I think I saw a mouse in the house last night, no — I did, I did see a mouse in the house. I screamed and hyperventilated for a spell, I had to put in real effort to regulate my heartbeats. I’m petrified of mice — but somehow, I didn’t pass out.
I considered moving out in the middle of the night after ‘mouse-gate’, but it was the middle of the night and the kiddies were non the wiser and fast asleep — waking sleepy kiddies would begin a whole new nightmare. I was still hoping I would wake up from the current nightmare, but alas — I was wide awake.
So, I’m wondering if I should get a cat…
Then I remember, I can’t stand cats. I want to say I hate them, with their sneaky ways and staring eyes *shudders*. But hate is a strong word — so I’ll say I can’t stand them almost as much as I am petrified of mice. Creating two problems for the price of one — well three really, because my OCD tendencies would go off the scale — so, it’s a no from me.
Instead, I will douse the house in peppermint oil every night. Nearly all of my future sanity, will now rely on this minty fresh ‘mouse repellent’ — no pressure, humble yet mighty peppermint oil — please do your thing. My nerves are frayed, I will surely be revisiting the moving out option — if there is another trespass.
Letters from abroad
I never look forward to my post anymore. I used to receive hand written letters from my Gramps, he lived in Nigeria — his letters would always arrive in those blue Air mail envelopes. I wrote back too, regularly. I’d never had a pen pal before, it was a major bonus that he happened to be my very own ‘Angel’ Gabriel too.
I miss that. I miss him.
I was eighteen when he died.
By the time I became a mother at thirty one, I had known for thirteen years — that my first born son would carry on the name Gabriel (that’s my boys middle name).
I realise now — that losing Gramps was not only my first experience of loss, it was my first heartbreak.
Everything is everything
Have you ever wondered about the deep blue sky? Of course you have, it’s so vast, so endless — so blue. The sky is almost like an illusion, as a kid I thought I might be able to reach out and touch it — if I got tall enough and flew high enough.
Can you imagine if it really was like the film The Truman Show? We could just sail to the oceans edge where it meets the sky, reach out — open a door and then…
Who knows, another world perhaps, maybe a better version of this one. Whatever the beginnings of all of us, all of this above the beyond and beneath every ocean — there seems to be no end. Not on a macro level anyway, there are cycles that repeat — Winter — Spring — Summer — Autumn/Fall — repeat. No matter what, it’s all connected — we’re all connected — so I’m already touching the sky as I type.
There is evolving though, with every cycle — there is change. Chaotic, uncomfortable, subconscious, necessary — change.
So, maybe I’ll evolve into a woman who adores cats, even though it’s not on my horizon just now.
“Everything is everything, what is meant to be will be, after Winter, must come Spring, change comes eventually.” — Lauryn Hill (song: Everything is Everything)