I have tidied.
There was a drift of socks.
It's not even a matter of tired. Weary, trudging along, needing time away, to myself. And it's not on offer.
Cleaning helps, even as it draws from the same barely damp well. A sense of satisfaction consoles.
My hands are cracked and sore. I am getting some improvement in the trigger thumb, a week after injection, which is about par. No instant fix, can take a couple of months. Healing slows under the piled years. Feeling my age, seeing it in my face. Another phase of life, no skipping any of it. Wring every lesson out, give it all back when I'm done.
For the first time we've seen, Eleanor showed interest in a christmas tree. Every year, she seems to ignore it, or has field blindness to it. Today, with the table moved closer, she checked it out, walked the mantle, and sat by the top, exploring once with a curious paw. Very delicate inspection, only knocked over a single card.
We were always prepared that a cat would tip over our trees. When we got Moby, the shelter made a point that cats can destroy household items, and we had to sign that we understood and would be ok with this. Well, of course, a living cat is more important than any chair or fabric or glassware. Still, good to be in the right frame of mind to begin. Like the orthopedic surgeon in the ER telling Dylan that the moment his elbow hit pavement, it would never be the same again. Not the sort of thing you want to hear, but it made the healing process more tolerable - expecting a return to uninjured is not the goal. Functional and with minimal pain is more the thing.
But Moby never was destructive, nor is Eleanor. Oh, the lamp was always wonky after it fell from the mantle after, (we assume) Eleanor conducted a gravity experiment with it. Since we rescued the lamp from the trash room in Boston and fixed it, we just fixed it again. And the durrhi rug is pulled from cat claws from day one. We are messy humans ourselves, so, fine.
Perfection is an illusion, and a poisonous one. Let us be homey and sufficient.
4 comments:
Love her gentle inspection! It is said that citronella keeps cats away from xmas trees..they are supposed not to like it..but no guarantees!!
I'll raise a glass to "homey and sufficient" every day! Wishing you all 'n gute Rutsch (a pleasant slide) into the new year (as they say in Germany).
Happy New Year to the whole fam damily, as my Dad used to say. BTW, I like that "pleasant slide".
Pleasant slide is lovely, yes, thank you.
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