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| Written by Elizabeth Falk |
| Saturday, 19 December 2009 04:07 |
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One of the many things that keeps me positive in a world that can easily spin anyone toward negativity or full blown depression is noticing little things. Like the way my cat Abe will gallop into the room at top speed, skid to a stop, look at me and then dash out again. What? Does he get called to a meeting? Some super secret cat society with signals so high pitched no human can hear them. Cracks me up every time he does it. Or the way he'll be in full speed mode and then drop down to lick his foot. Emergency foot licking. The sound of my husband's belly laugh as he watches Chevy Chase's Vacation for the millionth time. A good book, its pages filled with beautiful writing that carries me to a different place. My special oversized mug that holds my frequent tub of diet pepsi. A drive to work with just the right music on the radio. A driver that lets you go in front of them into a long line of traffic. Unexpected fun mail - not bills or ads but a real letter from an old friend. The unigue little twists to different people's personalities. I know someone who swears more creatively than anyone else I know. Or the guy at work with a sneeze bigger than Montana. My husband is famous in our family for naming things. He has named all of the various bikes we have owned over the years. Pets, boats, cars, sometimes even plants get names. This year for Christmas we decided to buy a small blue spruce - bring it inside for a few weeks and then plant it in our garden. As he carried it from the car to the deck I turned to him and said, "Well, what's his name?" He immediately replied, "Ike." Ike is now beautifully dressed in lights and ornaments and stands temporarily in our livingroom. I feel pretty good about the fact that he'll be sticking around and will become part of the family. Similar Posts |



