Fishing for socks

Life with kitten. Always something new.

She fishes for socks

In the laundry basket

Adept

At pulling them out

Through the holes

One by one.

No matter how much

I squish them down

Her front legs have grown,

Her claws

Kitten-sharp

Find them

One by one.

We play

Fishing for socks

Until something else

Catches her attention.

Popcorn

I remember when my son was three and he played with a piece of gold string longer than with any of his other toys. It was his kite, his trap, and any number of other things. I am reminded of him while I watch the kitten with her singular piece of popcorn.

The kitten, with joy

Plays with one piece of popcorn

For at least an hour

Maundy Thursday 2015

Like all those familiar plays, we know how this one goes. I think we each play a different part every year. This year I am that unnamed young man in Mark who ran away naked when Jesus was arrested in the Garden. No. I have no idea what this means.

We know how this story ends

Or perhaps

Begins again.

Sun with one foot of snow

Last night I watched school after school close today because of the snow. Today is bright with sun and snow. I am glad to live in a place that closes down because of snow, not hurricanes or tsunamis. Soon I will leave for a client, drive through sun and snow. 

So many places closed

So everyone may play in the snow

Or not.

Carry on

I love what I do.  It is loads of fun.  Even in the midst of difficulties and pain and sorrow and confusion, there is often laughter in the midst.  Dare I say it?  It is fun.  It is joyful.  In this spot under the altar and next to the nursery school I am having fun.  Fun seems a frivolous word.  Still...fun involves play and laughter and occasional pure silliness.

I am having

Way too much fun.

Perhaps this means

I was not having

Enough fun before.

I do not know

If there is some sort

Of fun quota

Allowed

Permitted

Perhaps required?

Is there a measure

For fun?

How will I know

When enough is enough?

I suspect

I won*t ever have to worry

About the measure.

Carry on,

Catharine,

Carry on.

Then

Carry on some more.