We had rented a beautiful house on the river, just the four of us. Me, my son, his wife and their son.
My grandson was 19 months old. I noticed him frozen in his tracks, a very unusual moment for this extremely active toddler. He was standing at the bathroom door, peeking through the crack.
He stood there for the longest time…long enough for me to run for my camera.
Psychological, spiritual, or Oedipal, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I was witnessing something profound.
This precious little boy was completely in love, captivated by his mother who was sitting in the bathtub, washing her hair.
It started with her sweet but slightly pitiful meow somewhere off in the distance.
The older male cats can really let loose with YOWLS but not Lucy. She is polite in her vocalizations. Sixteen year old Alpha cat, Zorro will talk your ear off, loudly, and will make terrifying and ferocious sounds if he thinks you are hurting one of his “siblings”.
Phineas, on the other hand, will snap off an immediate “F-you”, in cat language, if you try to correct him on anything…that and he’ll occasionally wander the house crying LOUDLY like he is the most forsaken being on the planet.
Lucy meeting Phineas, the “youngest” until she showed upLucy meeting Zorro
But not Lucy. She is sweet in the sounds she makes. Don’t get me wrong. She is one tough little cat broad and will take on either of her older and bigger “brothers”, often even the instigator of mostly playful exchanges.
Zorro, just trying to catnap
Back to my story…So I hear Lucy’s little cry…somewhere, but I look every where and can’t find her.
There is this kind of vestibule between rooms in our old house that is currently mostly used for storing things after our recent major downsize and internal move (from the main floor to the basement apartment).
This vestibule area is where the mewls are coming from. I look and look again. She is not in here!
But on closer inspection, here is what my camera finds that I could not.
And my favorite…
Cut to the end. Let’s just say, it took a lot of cat treats to coax her back out of her newly discovered hiding place.
I blame (and thank) my father, who taught us the only real sin in life was boredom. All other transgressions were lessons we just had to learn, but boredom was an insult to God.
Dad taught us that at any moment, in any setting, we could simply use our senses and become aware that we are always surrounded by miracles!
So…though I have seen many places, I have never needed to travel very far to be completely captivated by my surroundings.
Therefore, in my small world, the word “delta” immediately brings to mind the area of the Deep South that I lived in. (Well, that and maybe the airline that could get me there…)
Delta
Reflecting
