Good Intentions Lost In Translation

My last post was a poem that was on the depressing side, so I thought this week I’d share a funny story.  Next week, I plan to have a fiction piece for one of Emilio’s photos ready to post.  I’d give you a hint of what it’s about… but I don’t know yet 🙂

Last month, my sons’ cats had their yearly vet visit.  My older son (he’s 12) was concerned about what he thought might be tumors so he talked to the doc about it and they took some fluid to test.  The conclusion:  fatty deposits.  My son asked questions and the doc confirmed that they would shrink in size if the cats lost some weight.

As soon as we got home, my older son announced he was going to take the cats for a walk.  With a raised eyebrow I asked, “A walk?”  He said yes.  So I asked how he planned to do that.  “A leash.”

I stifled a laugh.  I had a feeling I knew how this would go, but I helped him find a harness they couldn’t wiggle out of.  Lizzy was the first victim volunteer.  It was as if she grew ten more legs, but we finally managed to get the harness on her.  As he carried her outside and set her on on the porch, I told him to just let her explore in the yard .  After ten minutes or so, I went outside to find out how the walk was going.  This is what I saw:

"I'm not as into this walking thing as you are..."
“I’m not as into this walking thing as you are…”

When he heard the door open, he turned to me and said, “she won’t move.”  Apparently, his good intentions didn’t translate into feline motivation.  I asked what happened if he picked her up, so he lifted her to standing position and, as soon as he pulled his hands away from her belly, Lizzy fell onto her side again.  We laughed.

He learned a lesson that day:  you can put a cat on a leash, but you can’t make her walk.

Haiku Poem & Life (Which Is Not Always Poetic)

Wispy clouds streaked orange;

Colorful monsoon display.

Hopes for late-night rain.

Monsoon Sunset

It is monsoon time here in Arizona.  The storms can be swift, with more wind than rain, but for me, it’s always the promise of rain that makes me keep one eye on the radar.  We may not always get rain, but at least we do get some decent photo opportunities 🙂

Last week, I only managed to do one post, which was a story for Speakeasy.  (That story was voted 3rd place last week, so thanks to all who read it!)  It seems my week of Mondays is still going, haha!  I’ve re-installed the operating system on my computer, but still can’t get to the internet, so my Dad is going to look at it when I visit them at the end of the month.  Until then, I guess I get to buddy up with my old Vista laptop.

I didn’t mention it in my A Week of Mondays post, but that week, I also found out that my kitty, Cybil has kidney issues.  I’ve been taking her to the vet every other day for IV fluids and my husband has tried giving her pills each morning.  All this ‘treatment’ has resulted in her becoming quite suspicious of us and spending more time under our bed.  It made me wonder for whose benefit we were doing it all, and if I’m honest, I think it’s for me.  The last time I took her to the vet, I had to squirt her with water to get her to come out from under the bed.  The last time my husband tried to pill her, he wrapped her in a towel and still ended up getting bitten and she still worked the pills out.  So, as of yesterday, I’ve stopped the madness. I don’t know how long we’ll have with her, but I’d rather not put her through the stress any longer.  Maybe she will quit running under the bed whenever I come into the room.

Okay, so I’d like to move on from the depressing.  I’m working on a story that I hope to post later in the week – probably Thursday.  (Writing is a great way to keep my mind distracted!)  Speakeasy is on a summer break right now, and I don’t have the energy to figure out the combined summer grid, so for the next six weeks, I plan to write a story each week unprompted.  I thought it would be fun to write a few sentences at the end explaining the inspiration for the stories, or how the idea occurred to me.  (If no one cares, it can easily be skipped!)   I hope you’ll come back and read it.

To leave this post another positive note, I’d like to announce that we finally finished a couple of ongoing projects (last update was May 21):  our fencing is essentially complete (we still need to do a proper latch for our double-gate) and our rock trenches are DONE!  We finished them a couple weeks ago, and a recent rain confirms that they seem to be working, so far:

Rock Drainage

I hope you have a beautiful week!  If you have any thoughts on this post, or want to share something you’re looking forward to this week, or have a gripe about Monday, I hope you’ll share a comment.  I’d love to know what’s on your mind 🙂

The Inevitable

Here I am.


Surrounded by flat-roofed buildings of stucco, I stand in front of the architectural anomaly.  Dé·jà vu, yet this time is different.  I can feel it.

The familiar embraces me, though I try to resist.  I grab a deep breath; and then gather shaky strength-and my worries- to my chest.  I burst through the red door of the quaint 2-room shack.

Bells jingle, bravery wavers.

No turning back.

I shift my eyes upward, gaze traveling past the sloped chalet roof.  A prayer seeps from my soul, tears down my cheeks.  She pulls me aside.  Jumbled words are offered- matters of fact, of little comfort.

What to expect?


Weight bears down on me, indecision paralyzes.  There’s not much to analyze, no past to rationalize.

I bide my time, delay goodbye.

Never easy, these decisions of death and


Josie resting on my husband's slipper.
Josie resting on my husband’s slipper.


This piece isn’t at all uplifting, but I can’t muster uplifting today.  Sorry.  Maybe later in the week.  When we took in our Yorkie, Josie, two years ago this past Thanksgiving, we didn’t know if we’d have a week, a year, or more with her.  At ten years old, she was surrendered to the vet because of seizures.  When they asked, we ultimately couldn’t say no.  What if she had more life in her?  We cared for her and fell in love with her.  She became family.

Today, I woke up to her in the worst state I’ve seen her.  I rushed her to the vet and they are keeping her comfortable until this afternoon.  When my husband gets home from work, we’ll go see her.  We’ll have to decide if it is “time.”  We knew this day would come, but I’m still not ready for it.

UPDATE:  Josie showed no improvement by that afternoon.  We made the decision to say goodbye to her so she wouldn’t suffer.  She will be missed.


TrifectaPicture11-1This is my response to Trifecta’s weekly writing prompt, which is to write a piece between 33 and 333 words (mine is 142) using the following word/definition:

QUAINT (adjective): 3a : unusual or different in character or appearance :  ODD;   b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar <a quaint phrase> –

The challenge is open to anyone, so if you’re inspired, click on the tricycle image to view complete guidelines and submit a link to your own response!  Have a beautiful Monday 🙂

Time To Relax

I have officially survived finished my first year as a Cub Scout leader.  Sure, there are a few activities over the summer, but I don’t have any meetings to plan until August.

Yes, it’s time for me to relax…

This kitty was napping outside the ‘Ulupalakua winery on Maui.  (Don’t ask me how to say the name; it took me long enough just to type it :))

The cat napped right by the sidewalk and there were people milling around nearby.  I grew concerned because the cat didn’t move.  It’s not unusual for a cat not to bother opening its eyes or raising its head, but at least their ears usually twitch as some kind of acknowledgement of our invasion of their space presence.

Another couple had stopped to stare at the cat and assured me the cat was indeed alive.  I watched the cat for several seconds and saw its side rise and fall.  Once I confirmed the cat was breathing, I went ahead and took the picture.  (It seemed creepy to take a picture of a dead cat.)  Even with the hum of the focus and the click of the pictures, the cat didn’t open its eyes.

I wondered if the cat was so relaxed because he lived in paradise.  I thought maybe he stayed up too late on rodent duty.  Then I remembered his residence – a winery.  That’s it:  he’s the pineapple wine quality assurance tester and he worked overtime!  No?

Why do you think the cat was so relaxed?  Get creative!

Coming Home


I’m smothered by paws and tongue- sixty pounds of Labrador greets me.  I nudge her away. I need to unload my briefcase, shed my tie and unwind.  Can’t I have just five minutes?


I’ve waited all day.  Scratch behind my ears!  Ooh, I love you!  He ignores me.  I follow him to the bedroom.  I bark.  Can’t he see I’m hungry?  He talks to the cat.


I yawn and stretch; can’t sleep with all that noise.  Oh.  He’s back.  I guess I could use more food.  He says something to me.  I meow… too tired to lift my head.


This is my first entry in the weekend Trifecta challenge.  It’s a fun one!  Anyway, here are the instructions they gave (if you want to join the fun, check out their site for full details):

This weekend, we return to the 33-word prompt, but this time, a 33-word prompt with a twist. Your task, should you choose to accept, is to take a scene that involves (or affects) at least three people. You should then write this scene from the point of view of three of the characters, using 33 words for each character. So for example, if your story involves a mother, a father and a young boy, you will tell the story first from the point of view of the mother (in 33 words), then the same story from the point of view of the father (in 33 words) and finally, from the point of view of the boy (also in 33 words).