Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

could you pass me that holy water?

Do you remember back when you were in high school and you had a major paper due (or a small homework assignment for that matter) and you waited until the very last minute to start it?  And then as you sit down to do it, you yawn—a great big open mouth yawn.  Yeah, that’s how I feel right about now.  I haven’t even thought about what to write in my blog tonight.  I have had the day from Hell!  It was the kind of day that makes a person wish they could curl up into a tight ball and stay in bed until the real spring shows up.  I feel like I’m stuck between the witch and the house and I’m not sure which is worse.  Everywhere I turn there is evil staring back at me.   In fact, at this very moment my daughter is shaking the last drops of water from her water bottle at the ninja kitty, crying out, “and the power of Christ compels you!”  Hardly a persuasive exorcism, but I tend to agree with her.  It would appear that Henry Chow is possessed by some dark powers that make him demand to be petted constantly.  Defy him and he will sink his claws into you until you comply.  Ok, so maybe Henry Chow isn’t the antichrist, but I definitely think there is something strange about him.  When you rub his back he looks skyward, turning his head from side to side and licking the air like some sort of animatronic cat.  It’s almost creepy, and yet you just can’t stop doing it.   I think sometimes that I will video record this and add sound that makes him appear to be speaking (in a Chinese accent of course.)  But that will have to wait for another day…a day I don’t have to go to work.

My daughter has chased Henry Chow in my direction, and I can’t help but wonder why it is that cats show their love by digging their claws into your skin?  I feel like I’m a pillow that needs some fluffing.  Or a lawn that needs to be aerated.  And yet again, after much petting, Henry Chow has shed enough fur to build a new kitty without changing the size or shape of the whole.  This cannot be normal or earthly.   

But today wasn’t a total loss. My shoes were a big hit…everyone loved them (everyone but my feet who are still complaining loudly about the loss of their old friend.) I got a lot done.  Things I had been working on for months finally came together with a resounding success.  So out of the ashes a flower grows.  Now I just have to grab a few hours of sleep and start the cycle over again.  Is it just me, or does everyone get dizzy when life spirals completely out of control?  I know it’s just temporary.  All things are, after all.  Life is a cycle that has its ups and its downs, and the smart ones among us learn how to ride it like a rollercoaster, hands in the air, screaming as loud as they can until their lungs burn—all of it with a big smile on their faces.  So maybe that look on my face just means I’m screaming as loud as I can…on the inside.  And when I throw my hands up, maybe I’m just enjoying the ride.  And hey, if I throw up once in a while, that’s ok…it just means my stomach was having so much fun it couldn’t contain itself. 

Or maybe I just ate a bad piece of cheese or something.  It happens.

Until the next time…I’ll be getting some much needed rest!

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