So, tomorrow we’re headed out of town for a week. It’s 100 degrees here and 20 degrees in Michigan. I’ll be sweating and cursing profusely as I wear boots driving The 91 to LAX in 90 degree weather. California is its own country in so many ways and I’m not exactly proud of that. However, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the tornado factor that is now taking place in the entire part of the country that we are headed toward. (Note to family/friends: Please come live in in California y’all. We have mudslides and fires and deserts and earthquakes, but at least we’re not frozen zombies. And what the hell are coats? Coats??? We are not cave people!!! Can’t we just keep it simple -- wear flowy dresses and sandals?)
Next paragraph. Let me preface this with I am both a cat AND a dog person. I love these all-knowing, Zen-like spirit creatures. But, as travel would have it, our cats (well, one in particular) are completely disgusted and turn into the dejected, “we are never loved” cats when we bring out the “suitcases from hell.” (Even though we have a full-time person staying at the house while we travel!!!) In 1999, Vincent The Cat (or as my sister-in-law says – “Vincent, the dog cat”) and I met each other at a time when my life was turned completely f***ng upside down and I didn’t know which way was up. He and I were both strays in life and we fell in love. He picked me as “his person” and I HATED cats. “No!!!! Don’t pick me!!!! Stay in the tree!!!!” But that was 16 years ago and I fell in love with this gray furry little love bug who can be so grumpy and he and I have had a fairy tale love story since then. Here it is 2015 and I absolutely would not know what to do without him. (And since 2005, he has been hooked at the hip with The Husband. Yes, I get jealous.)
But as you can see from the blog picture from tonight, Vincent The Cat is currently a pissed off “gray old man” (cat-itude) because of the suitcases from hell. So, yes, he has turned his back on me for now, but because of our 16 year relationship...he will still love me/us when we return. (As long as a tornado doesn’t take our plane down and we all die. It could happen. Breanne Houston, and I write that sentence in honor of our friendship.)
Whether you are a cat person, a dog person, a “human person”…pissed off can happen, it will happen, but if there’s really genuine love -- if there was really a relationship…it won’t matter for long. Simple as that. Live in the day.
Zenitude for today:
Get pissed off. Don’t stay pissed off. Move on.