Some Days (by The Cat)

(Not to be confused with the rambling, strangely addicting Some Nights by fun.)

Some days you sit down to write and find your words have enlisted.

grocery list
Target list
hardware list
to-do list for him
to-do list for her
housecleaning list
phone call list
list of ideas you’d pursue were it not for the long line of lists snaking its way around the queueueue in your brain

Some days you can’t see straight think straight walk straight for the lists littering your kitchen floor.

You need a match to burn them into soul-lightening ash;
you write “matches” on the grocery list.

You need a hammer to smash them into spirit-lifting smithereens;
you write “hammer” on the hardware list.

You need an exterminator to blast them into psyche-strengthening shrivels;
you write “exterminator” on the phone call list.

Some days you realize, suddenly and with an olfactory jolt, that “litter box” has risen to the top of your list of lists.

You hand the laptop to The Cat.

He watches you shuffle away, Defeat in Orthotic Slippers.
He checks his e-mail, then writes this.

Comments

[Bill]

1. Meow.

2. Eat.

3. Get in the way.

4. Poop.

[Kcasiglia]

I used to enjoy writing (creatively) - before I had kids, before I had a job, before I had to write lists to keep from forgetting all the mundane things in my life. Now I write things that are not as fun (or creative). But they are things that are necessary, lest I forget to buy toilet paper, wash clothes, change the litter box. I enjoy your posts!

[Susanna]

Bill - Bingo!

Katie - after I started to get a handle on things (very recently) I started the writing and I love it, it's my favorite means of escape. But mostly - I write about my cat because that's what's in front of me.