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Cat on my lap

Picture this: It's mid-afternoon.  The sun is shining brightly.  I'm sitting at a plastic table on the lanai, my laptop open, writing.  I hear Ron in the kitchen.  He then goes into the living room and turns on the TV.  It's on for a few seconds when he says, "Wow, did you see that?"  Now, I'll admit it is a very small house.  But the lanai is not the living room.  So I say, "No, I'm not in there with you."
"I know but, I guess what I mean is that was amazing."  Then he tells me about it. I stop writing and indulge him his story.

Later: It's early evening, the light is thinning and I am back at it, there on the lanai.  Ron sticks his head through the sliding door while simultaneously cracking a can of beer.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing."  It seems obvious to me, but I answer anyway.
He then starts a conversation.  I say, "I guess I'm finished now," and close my laptop.  I probably sounded a little irritated, though not nearly so much so as he does when I bug him while he's working.  I don't do that too often, 'cause no can take 'da kine stink eye.  So I come into the house.  He's putting away some dishes (always a good thing) and I lighten up, engage and begin to tell him about the old dog Doc and I encountered on our walk, when he interrupts and says, "You know, I'm pretty busy here."  Alrighty then...

The United States Senate was certainly all over itself today with pats on the back, members congratulating each other on a job well done.  Where were they when the shit began hitting the fan months or even years ago?  Aren't they a regulatory body?  Aren't they suppose to pass laws that protect the masses from greedy, unscrupulous business people and their practices?  What will they do if the house rejects the plan again?  How do you un-pat yourself on the back?

After a beautiful day, it's now pouring rain outside.  My darling Lucy just came in, soaked.  I dried her off and she is now curled up on my lap.  She is warm and soft (if a little damp) and has her head tucked under her paw.  So despite what we hear in the news, life is good.  

A hui hou.  Aloha!





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