I yield to exhaustion
Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 10:39PM ;)
This picture is from yesterday, not today. Today was sunny and I took some sunny pictures, but am too fatigued to transfer them from the camera into the computer.
Early this evening, after taking a ride in the car going nowhere but back home again, I helped Margie take a seat on the couch and prop her injured leg up on an ottoman. Then I sliced an apple and a pear into a bowl, sat down, placed the bowl between us and shared the fruit with her as we watched the local news.
It was my intent to then come out here, read through my unposted, final Inauguration entry, see if it made any sense and, if it did, post it.
But as I ate my fruit, the tabby cat Pistol-Yero climbed onto my knee and then spread himself out across my lap. I did not want to disturb him, so I stayed put as CSI-New York came on. I figured that I might as well watch it so that the cat could get some needed rest, as he had only gotten about 16 hours sleep so far today. I repeatedly closed my eyes and opened then again to see how the story had progressed and then one time I opened them only to find that the program had ended without me knowing how. For A Few Dollars More had taken its place.
The cat still dozed. I could not budge him, nor could I budge myself. So I stayed put, opening and closing my eyes until Clint Eastwood drove off in a wagon filled with the corpses of the 27 bad guys he and Lee Van Cleef had just killed.
The cat was gone, but another, the black cat, Jim, had taken its place and now snoozed soundly.
I did not want to disturb this cat either, but I knew I had to take action before The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly began, for I could not allow myself to be pulled deeper into spaghetti, but the movie began instantly, and who can get up once those images flash onto the screen, accompanied by that sound track?
Not me. No way.
And the black cat was sleeping. On my lap. There was nothing I could do but sit there and doze in and out as people murdered each other onscreen and then got justifiably killed.
My trip, and all that we have been through, has caught me. I am exhausted. Fatigued. Too exhausted to read my final inaugural post. It will have to wait.
It doesn't matter. The Inauguration is history. Even if I still remain behind, on the National Mall, as President Barack Obama is sworn into office, the world has moved beyond that glorious moment into the myriad of crisis that beset us. Part of solitary me wants to remain there forever, in the midst of two million people, because that's how wonderful it was.
So maybe I will take forever to finally post the final post. Once I put it up, the experience is truly over.
Cats meow at me,
begging to be fed.
I must feed them,
and then go to bed.
Reader Comments (3)
"The cat was gone, but another, the black cat, Jim, had taken its place and now snoozed soundly."
Yup,that about sums up exhaustion :)
I understand and I know the cats did not mind a bit either!!!
Sleep well :)
This made me laugh out loud as some of the only relaxation I get is that which is enforced by a dog on my feet and a cat on my chest, lying on the couch watching whatever happens to be on TV at that particular time. In my house too, if you don't move fast when one gets up, it will be quickly be replaced by another that requires lap or foot time. I've even been known to forgo snax and beverages because a cat or dog needed to use me for a resting place.
Always love reading your thoughts!
Beautiful post! Made me smile away to glory :))