Saturday, September 15, 2012
Politics And Prose
I was going to write a sensible post. One with a beginning, middle and end, a theme.
But it's early Saturday morning and I'm trying to protect the sleepers, GG and the Lab, from the very awake, uber playful kittens.
When I hear the triumphant ring of metal on porcelain, I jump out of my chair and rush to the bathroom to grab the metal bathtub drain away from them and stick it in the medicine chest. This allows them time to make a grab for the reading glasses I am carrying. All is fair game in kitten soccer.
The bathtub is their favorite arena. Toys can't get lost as they seem to in the living room. Our rugs have suspicious bumps under them. They do like to knock the bathmat into the tub with them. Good for time outs I presume.
The Lab has just come out of the bedroom,stared at the kittens resignedly and collapsed in a heap on the rug with a big sigh.
I hope she isn't lying on a bottle cap or a ball.
My original point was this: I love the safe space you/me/we have created here on the web.
As the world swirls around us in a blur or violence and downright stupidity: as womens' rights are slowly stripped away from us in the very state I live in, my blog list is a mini vacation.
Fennel seeds and rose gardens, camping trips, pot o fleurs, crabapple syrups boiling away on the stove, all this has slowed down my pulse and put a smile on my lips.
Thank you all for time well spent shooting photos,editing and posting them, taking time to gather up the words to express an idea or paint a picture of your world.
Thank you all for spreading grace and beauty about so freely. Hoping for nothing but the occasional comment, an acknowledgement, a "I get you".
Now back to the real world (that clearly includes a garden clean up). -:)