Bitter Homes and Horrors

lap cat

Believe it or not, the blue you see in the picture are my thighs.
That’s the other brother coon cat presently inhabiting my lap

I was looking at an Einstein quote

Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.

What if his parents had expected him to be another Mikhail Baryshnikov? They would have been sorely disappointed.

I’m so thankful to God, the Universe and Everything for showing me in the sunset of my life the meaning of Einstein’s quote.

  • I would make a lousy sailor, 

  • I would starve as a gardener,

  • I could have been a concert pianist, if all I played was Debussy,

  • I was kicked out of Sears best modeling school, and

  • I’m nowhere near being the next Mother Teresa.

But I can write.

I could, possibly, keep a house clean if I didn’t love dogs and cats, or if I didn’t like spiders so much (they’re cute, they don’t bother you and they eat flies).  I’m better off giving the Addams family tips for creating better bitter homes and horrors.

As I write this using number 13 Tahoma font, I consider how many miserable decades I spent trying to find out what other people wanted from me.  The coon cat on my lap doesn’t care if I clean off my desk. He’s too busy purring.  Besides, he’ll get around to cleaning it off for me when he wants that space.

Just knowing my place in the universe helps in ways few can imagine.