Hello My friends,
I've been gone from the blog for a long time.
The reason is, a ton of research, and some related travel, on my new book that has taken up all my writing time. And a pea brain that can contain just so much - and can't concentrate on more than one thing at a time. But I couldn't let the Old Year slip away without reaching out to all of you with a hug.
I've thought of all of us this difficult year, embroiled in our country's poisonous politics, our differing political points of view, and how that has hurt so many of our friendships. All I can say is that I got just as hot-headed as some of you thinking about how RIGHT I was! And at times, although I never forgot that you and others have a God-given right to your own opinions, I may have forgotten my manners and become too - vociferous. I am so sorry if my, at times, RIGHT opinion hurt any of you. Can we still be friends?
In light of our sometimes difficult times with each other, I thought the subject matter of the following blog would be appropriate:
Miss Kitty wants you to know that the old year is not ending well for her. In fact she feels quite sick about the whole thing. The reason? There is a man in her bathroom. In protest, she refuses to use her box, preferring instead, my guest bathroom mat. This is to show me that this situation has to END. She says she should have joined The Women's March'. I agree. No one protests with as much indignation as Miss K.
"I mean, how can you allow this to happen, Ginny?" she glared at me. "You clearly do not appreciate my sensitive personality or my dislike of intruders - Especially into my bathroom, which I thought was exclusively Yours and Mine. And now this . . . you're a great disappointment to me," she sighed.
I tried pacifying her with extra cat cookies, which caused her to forget her manners completely and spit. Gone was the sensitive personality. "I feel betrayed," she muttered. "Don't think you can get around me with cookies. I'm hurt." And with that, she retired to her perch on the love seat by the window so that she could watch (with a great deal of snooty disdain) the comings and goings of 'males' in and out of our bathroom.
You'd think I was running a house of ill-repute. Best Little Cat House on the Lake, or something. . . All I did, in fact, was to allow in a small, ferral male cat, to give him some shelter on these very cold nights. It's not as though he's a stranger, either. He's been coming around for dinner Al Fresco for several years years now and has never been inside. But 'Al Fresco' has just become ridiculously freezing around here.
I tried to explain all this and asked her to be hospitable and kind to the poor shivering little cat and she just stared me down. Then she said, "What'll you give me?"
"What do you want?" I asked, getting a little ticked off with this catitude.
"Vanilla Ice Cream. I might reconsider if you would put some of that Ben and Jerry's in my bowl."
"Will you share with our guest?" I asked, trying for a modicum of civility out of this cat.
"No."
Stand Off.
"What if I squirt some of that canned cream on top of it?" I caved.
"Ok," she yawned, and began to purr to show me I was forgiven.
Yup. To Forgive is Devine. Let's send the Old Year packing with all our 'errs' eat ice cream and resolve to be even more devine and fabulous than we usually are.
I wish you all a Devine New Year, Happiness, and most of all, I wish you Love.
Back in early 2018, with some pieces of my new book and lots of love.e,
Ginny
