Life Goes On...

Well, dear readers, we dodged a bullet. We were supposed to have snow last night, but when I awoke this morning, I saw only green grass and wilted flowers. The crazy weather has shocked everything from tree buds to flowers to people. You don’t know what to wear, and the plants don’t know what to do- bloom or die. But life goes on regardless.

While life goes on, I have chosen to spend some of it watching my cat watch the birds. As is my custom, I fill my bird feeders on Saturday just for the entertainment factor alone. Yes, I am feeding the birds, but my main reason is my cat. She just loves to sit by the glass doors and watch them fly in, eat, and then fly away. I have woodpeckers, finches, and a host of other birds that love to sit on the railing and eat the seeds. Miss B twitches her tail, clicks her tongue, and is generally consumed with wanting to chase them. She is fun to watch. Her tail twitches back and forth, her eyes are like laser beams, totally focused on her prey. She makes this clicking sound and I just crack up. She would run out on the deck and attack them all if I would only open the door and release her. She’s Miss B- Mighty Huntress! Bird-Slayer. Protector of the Deck and her Queen.

While B is clicking away at the door, I have some Norah Jones playing in the background, a hot cup of coffee warming my hands, and I’m sitting in my favorite space trying to shake off the languid mood from staying up too late. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that I’m not 17 and that I pay for staying up for hours on end. However, life goes on regardless. I had a choice last night and I chose to do something I wanted to do and thoroughly enjoyed it. So, I deal with the consequences….along with a strong cup of warm coffee. Man, I like coffee.

The day is stretching out before me full of promise. How will I fill my time? What needs have to be met? What will cross my path and require my attention, my patience, my compassion, or my generosity… only God knows. I just need to be ready and willing and able. But for now readers, it’s time for coffee. It's just my coffee, my cat, and Norah Jones. Rainy, soothing, peaceful, and lazy. A perfect Saturday morning.

And life goes on.