Yesterday I was sorting out old art and reorganizing portfolios. I came across pieces I’d completely forgotten about. Dozens of finely drawn pen and ink drawings filled my brain with memories of another time.
More than anything, the experience brought up memories of another me, back when I was the same age as my children or not much older.
What surprised me the most is how good much of the artwork was. I’d forgotten myself over the years. I’d forgotten who I was. Maybe who I was meant to be.
But we keep moving forward. The key is only to take things of value with us. I don’t just mean physical things, but our passions as well. Those core things that make us who and what we are.
So while I was musing and pondering the cat decided I’d made him a new bed. For it you are a cat the world is your bed. No, not the world, but the entire universe is your bed. Oscar was quite comfortable to explore the artwork, rub his face on it, bat at it with his paw, then take a nap on it. Cats know who they are. No need to muse or ponder or think in any way shape or form.
Later that night I noticed a strange jumble of dishes in the dishwasher. It was as if Picasso had come to the house and loaded it up.
I questioned the loader of dishes. “Garrett you need to learn how to load a dishwasher.”
He smiled, “don’t hate on me Mom.”
Eye roll from Mom.
“Your roommates will hate you next year. You know they will each and every time they have to rearrange the dishes.”
“I’m a Vampire. I don’t eat that much.”
“That was not my point.”
“I’ll do other things so they can clean up the kitchen.”
“You have that all worked out?”
“Of course I do.”
“Charm and good looks will only get you so far dear boy.”
Then the cat came down and Garrett scooped the furry beast into his arms. “I don’t know mom. Charm and good looks seems to work for this guy.”
He had a point.
Have a good weekend everyone and keep cool. Hug your kids. Laugh with them. Talk with them. And hug your cat too.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
We get lots of kitty help! We’ve given up on dishwashers.
Our dog pre-washes. But sometimes we have to tell her to stop licking. Nothing is on the plate anymore.
But you know, somebody is going to yell, “who the F loaded the dishwasher for maximum breakage,” and my kid is going be standing there looking stupid.
Our cats aren’t very good a licking plates, although I would think their rough tongues would get the food that wants to stick. Instead, they lick me with their scratchy old tongues.
I wouldn’t know what to do with a dishwasher… we didn’t have one growing up and I’ve never had one on my own.
Your parents had minions to wash their dishes. If it was up to me I’d just drink out of the hose and eat off of paper towels (at least that is the way I feel a lot of the time.)
I usually get help from one of my kitties when I apply makeup. She’s extremely interested in it and following every single step. 😉
How cute. One of mine loves showers. He climbs in with my daughter.