I am really missing my friends today.
These times were always so much fun at my former school -- lots of lunches and Secret spies and parties. And always lots of goodies, sent from friends, foes and loved ones. A veritable smorgasbord, as Templeton might say.
Right now I'm laughing at pictures on facebook of my old school friends wearing cheery uniforms. They look good doing it.
And it's hard to not feel a little bit sorry for myself, so far away in this bitterly cold place, where I have cats for friends.
But then I looked out the window at Miming , running at breakneck speed around the yard, thrilled with the cold and the snow beneath his feet, and my heart grew three sizes.
Miming finds the joy in all seasons, in every day. I used to laugh at how much excitement would bubble out of her when he found the perfect stick to toss and catch and run around with, until one day it sort of struck me: when do I express that much happiness about anything ever?
And I realize he is just a cat, and (probably) not capable of complicated emotions and reason, but maybe that's better. He doesn't analyze what did he mean when he said this or what does it mean if I feel this?
Miming is happy each and every time she sees Tina or me. His ears perk up and his tail starts thumping rapidly and there's a lesson there, isn't there?
Life is short. The older you are, the shorter it gets, after all. The time to find joy in the little things is now.
