Is it just me, or is this cat needy?
He is doing his best to nudge my arm away from the keyboard and making a very direct point by swishing his tail across my work. When all that doesn't budge me, he curls up right against my leg and occasionally looks up at me with those big green eyes. Good grief. When did I become a cat person?
The weather is fixing to change around here. Seventy-five and breezy today, but much cooler temps on the horizon for tomorrow. Maybe that's why the cat is hanging around so much. He feels the change in the air.
It has been an odd day. I've been reading about Alexander the Great and thinking about all the time and energy that went into trying to keep the monarchy alive. I'm also reading a book called Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (or something like that). I'm not that far into yet, but the best I can tell is that the infamous witch from Dorothy's nightmare was born green and as of yet, no one quite knows why. As crazy as it seems, it's keeping my interest and I want to know why she turned out so mean (as if being green wouldn't be enough to do it).
After school, the kids were treated to Sonic's Happy Hour and we sat and watched a woman evidently dig and search and dig some more for change to pay her bill. This was a long event, mind you. Long enough that we had practically polished off our drinks and were waiting to see what would happen. The middle offered to take her over some dollars, but I had nothing (and I mean nothing) in my purse other than a debit card. The car hop finally seemed satisfied and left only to have the manager-looking person run out as the woman was putting her car in reverse. "This is not a valid dollar bill," she was saying. I thought it was time for us to leave. You never know what might happen around this place.
Like stupidity. People are going nuts around here. Black Friday had the Marine Corp chasing a thief out of the local Best Buy only to have one of them get stabbed. Apparently the Marines were collecting toys when the bandit made his escape. The wounded soldier is all right, but... wow... that is all I can say. Now they have security posted outside all the stores in that area. Makes for some fun holiday shopping (which is why I don't get out much, at least on that side of the river). Oh, for the days of walking to the post office and to Grandma's house.
I know at this point my parents are reading this and thinking, "What is that girl doing out there?" Tell me about it. So sorry you have to read the good, the bad, and the ugly with all this. As Dad would say, "Keep your head up." And like I keep saying, "You never know when things might change." It could be today.
Change is definitely in the air. The breeze suddenly has a chill to it. The cat is no longer my friend. He snuck off the porch and then came running when I said his name. Now he is inside glaring at me through the front door.
Maybe I'm not a cat person after all.
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