When I woke up this morning, there was snow, and the temperature had dropped a good twenty degrees from yesterday at the same time. There were crows, plural, a pair of them, hopping about the yard and scrounging the seeds and corn I put out, and which the squirrels (in their INFINITE discrimination) had either refused to eat or had decided to eat just the hearts out of – leaving less nutritious and delicious parts for other, lesser beings. After all, it takes real brains and courage to burgle corn and seeds from a birdfeeder nailed to a porch rail, all by itself, with no fence or gating mechanism.
Raisin was there, of course, at my feet, crying about the fact that it had been almost 6! Whole! Hours! since she’d received, not one, but a whole handful, of treats. I do spoil that cat.
I’m writing this at 7:11 a.m. Central Standard Time on December 25, 2014. For those who don’t know me, I’m sitting in a dark office in my home in Ames, Iowa, the USA.
I’m 54 this year, which is an absurd age for me to have reached in my opinion. The sun has not risen yet, today, and it would be reckoned by most people in this world to be cold outside, but I am warm. I have spent the night snuggled with the woman I love, and two felines who have decided that I am THEIR human. I’m happy and cheerful. I’ve been singing, and if I die today, it will be an end to be craved, for at last I have found a home and a little bit of family all my own – an odd family, to be sure, but a family, nevertheless.
I love you all, and wish you nothing but joy on this Christmas Day.
Have a happy day,