Wakey, Wakey!
This morning while I was deep in dream-land, so cozy in my big, white feather bed, suddenly I hear a shriek of “MEOW” followed by two huge THWUMP, THWUMPs as my daughter’s cats launched themselves from some hidden place onto my bed. They did this to let me know they were starving to death. Odd, in that I fed them a mere 12 hours earlier, and they had also gotten a snack at 10:00 pm.
Once my heart rate returned to normal, I rolled over to look out at the Hudson River, and saw nothing – just fog. It is a dense, yummy, December fog that I love, dampening all noise and light, and diffusing it into a soft gray blanket.
I fed the friendly felines, and then started a blissful day of refilling, tidying, and relaxing. I started with the yummiest coffee, water with lemon, and the NY Times puzzles. Then I turned to Words with Friends, and eventually June’s Journey. My Instacart deliveries arrived, and I put away the groceries, and started watching old movies.
The kitties are very cute, very fun, and very busy. Not being a pet owner, I find cat peculiarities to be just that – peculiar. Why is it that cats suddenly the ‘the zoomies’ and tear around the house at breakneck speed on a regular basis? And what’s up with the ‘I’m starving” behavior? The drama is noteworthy.
Speaking of drama, Arthur is even more devoted to his dear dad at the moment, bursting into tears when my son has the gall to go the restroom, to get a drink or to step away for even a moment. I give him at least an 8.5 for the conniption he had yesterday. But these days of complete dependence are short-lived, and there will be a time, in the not so distant future, they will be just a fond memory and a funny story.
So far this week, we have been to the Science Museum in NYC where he stood transfixed as he watched the planetary recreation made with metal balls. We also toured the Brooklyn Children’s Museum where Arthur spent a great deal of time playing with the water, little boats, branches, red sand, blocks, and anything else he could get his hands on. He laughed with joy at the jellyfish and the sharks in the Aquarium at the American Dream Mall. What a rich life this boy is getting to experience, between here and New York. So many experiences, so much life!
The days are promising to get longer now that we’ve passed the solstice, though it is impossible to tell tonight, with the fog so thick you could spread it with a knife. Life marshmallow fluff. Beads of rain are collecting on the railings on the balcony, and the stillness of the moment is only occasionally interrupted by the low, deep warning horns of the ships as they navigate through the fog, up and down the river.
New York is completely hidden from view – a mere ¾ a mile away, across the river. I feel like I’m living in a cloud, and it is my favorite cloud of all.
