In which our hero recaps an action-packed 14 days, heralding the end of this era and the beginning of the next.
Let’s be clear from the start: this is going to be a looooong scatterthought. Maybe loooooooooonger. And, as with all scatterthoughts, it’s not for you. It’s for me. So buckle up or bail out, because it’s about to get real.
Seriously though, that bit about endings and beginnings? Yeah, that’s actually true. Continue Reading
I got a milkshake at McDonald’s a few days ago, but didn’t finish it. So I put it in the freezer and forgot about it. Took it out just now and found that it had (unsurprisingly) thickened to the point where it was kinda dry, but not quite hard. Definitely not appetizing.
So, I added a bit of milk, mashed it with a spoon, and whatdya know: it was super tasty. Like, better than when I first drank it the other day. Just the perfect texture, which we all know to be extremely important in a milkshake. And that made me very happy and very satisfied.
What? Not everything I write has to be a deep dive into my innermost thoughts and feelings, coupled with metaphors that shed light on my psyche. Sometimes, a milkshake is just a milkshake. Nothing more, nothing less.
I suppose there’s something to be said for the fact that you can enjoy life without having to always look for deeper meanings. Maybe the symbolism comes not from the milkshake itself, but from my willingness to view it simply for what it is. Maybe it speaks to a momentary sense of inner peace that I am currently feeling, which has over-ridden my over-developed penchant for over-thinking every other thing. Maybe I don’t feel a need to see meaning in the milkshake, because for once I don’t feel the need to analyze myself.
And maybe it’s just a milkshake.
Now, about the nice cup of tea that followed it…
I have three lengthy scatterthoughts drafted about various topics, but I haven’t felt strongly enough about any of them to actually click the “Publish” button. And that’s fine…sometimes it’s nice when writing is just about the process, and not the result.
Instead, let’s talk about softball. Continue Reading
It’s been almost five months since Chet passed away, and I have to say that it’s much easier having one cat than two. Beyond the fact that it’s less expensive, it’s much easier to keep the litter box clean (more on that in a future post). I sometimes wonder if Min gets lonely when I’m not around, and that may be the case. However, it’s pretty clear that she really likes not having to share me with Chet any more.
I also wonder if she thinks about Chet and misses him. You would imagine that to be the case, seeing as they spent 13.5 years in each other’s company, but there’s really no way to be sure. I’ll never know what’s going on in Min’s head. In contrast, Chet was always pretty easy to read, because he didn’t seem to think about much beyond food, affection, sleep, and the outdoors. Even when he tried to get out of the house, you wouldn’t call it scheming. He just headed straight for open doors and windows, assuming that no one would stop him from leaving the house.
There are times when I’m struck by how much I miss Chet, as is the case right now. It’ll suddenly seem strange that he’s not laying next to me on the couch in his standard full-body slump, or following me around the house hoping that I’ll feed him.
But the moments pass, and life moves on.
It’s an understatement to say that I’m something of a boy scout. To be clear, I didn’t actually belong to the boy scouts when I was a kid, but the “be prepared” motto is pretty much how I live my life.
Check my pockets at any given moment, and you’ll most likely find three things: lip balm, a pen, and a pocket knife. Continue Reading