About a week ago I had to go to the doctor’s office for an annual checkup. While I was sitting in the waiting room a tiny fluffy black kitty hopped in the window, quickly gazed at me and offered me a little meow before plopping itself down on the chair next to me and starting to clean itself vigorously. I watched it for a while then shrugged and continued my reading. I was under the impression that this happened regularly and since I love a cat’s company I was in waiting room heaven.
When the doctor came to welcome me she greeted me,’looked at the cat, back at me and asked me quite dazzled whether the cat would be ok in the waiting room and I once again shrugged, telling her she probably ought to know better. A puzzled expression crossed her face and she asked me “So this is not your cat?” And I’m just like “Nope, I only bring my cats to the doctor when it’s a vet.”
Next thing I know is the doc calling for the assistant who looks at me a tad outraged and I immediately knew she too was thinking this was my cat. And there it was, she asked me and I once again declined patiently.
Both the assistant and doctor look a little helpless at this point and so the assistant tries to shake the cat off the chair which immediately makes me step in, cradle her in my arms and setting her outside the window. I’ve hardly ever seen windows being closed any faster.
The doctor and the assistant were quite obviously uncomfortable but to me it was one of my best visit to the doctor’s. If it were up to me I would only visit doctor’s with waiting room kitties, I’ve positively never been sooo relaxed in a doctor’s office ever!
I never knew how birds – and I guess this was a bird’s doing – devour hedgehogs… Not that I was particularly eager to see this but spotting the hedgehog’s fishbone-like spine next to its empty shell was still somewhat fascinating. At least more so than the flat tire-meat version I descried on the road just a few minutes earlier :-p
I have a zen doodle book at home that I copy designs out of. Sometimes I create my own designs but I have to admit that the process of creating art as a copyist comes much more easily to me and has a heightened effect of relaxation for me.
I guess I still carry that child’s reflex of learning by copying in me. That’s how I learned back then and still do nowadays. So my credo is: Don’t give up what’s working well and brings you fun!
over the weekend my phantasy gave it’s all during one night when I woke up twice to a mind-bogglingly outrageous and slightly disturbing dream. Let’s just say in one a huge fish on ice turned out to be still alive and then magically transformed into a girl I befriended and we were best friends ever after…
I think I might be in need of some quality friends-time 😉
Today we went to the senior citizens’ theater. My auntie and uncle are still actively supporting the performances (my aunt with makeup, my uncle staffing the bar) while my mom stopped working with them (she was the master makeup artist before she left :-)) because of the commute that was getting too tedious for all the rehearsals and two weeks of performances.
The play was a hoot as usual and the actors put all their passion into their play. What an inspiring performance.
Sometimes I’m a little turned around. I reckon it happens to everyone. But once in a while I take it overboard… like the other day when I walked around half the village only realizing when I got back home that I had put on my sweatpants backwards!! How did that happen??!? I honestly have no idea. All I know that I put them on backwards again last night but at least noticed right away.
Ah well, what can I say? I’m just a real Johnny Head-in-the-Air… does anyone know the female version of this expression? Is it simply “Jane Head-in-the-Air” or does it not exist at all?
Take care and make sure your clothing sits right 😉