It's a grey, rainy day. I've recently finished a cup of
coffee (decaf), and there's a small silver tabby asleep in
my lap. Somehow these all seem to belong together. Tranquility.
Kitten footsteps, steam from a cup of tea (or coffee, if you insist on being heretical), and descent of snowflakes (rain just doesn't work, sorry) -- three finalists in the competition for tranquility soundtrack.
or the makings for a haiku (some ppl feel that all haiku should have a reference to the season in it, so maybe "spring rain(s)" should figure in the verse)
The right sort of rain ought to have made it at least to the quarterfinals though.
Today was definitely not in the same league as snow for utter tranquility, but it was still a respectable showing in that category. Though it probably wouldn't have been as powerfully tranquil without Perrine on my lap.
However, I'm perfectly at home with certain features of summer. The thrum of gentle rain on the lake, or the torrent of a thunderstorm, they have their appeal. While I do love it when nature goes dramatic, I also appreciate the gentle bits.
But spring is just such panic.
And while Finland is colatitudinal with Alaska, the circulation of oceans makes our climate more reminiscent of temperate latitudes. Of course, anything over +25 °C is officially termed "extremely warm" by the Finnish Meteorological Bureau.
I didn't include summer in my statement. Spring is a hullabaloo. If you were here to see everything thrusting itself heavenward despite the cold, raw days we've had more than enough of, and how fast the flora got going when we had two pleasant ones, and hear the birds are singing ere dawn, and see how they're chasing one another about... I'd probably have to draw the blinds close and fetch a cold compress.
Yup, dark grey day, and the fluffy white and grey monster just climbed off my lap onto the window perch next to my desk. It's a day for floppy purring happy lap kitties...
I need to do something about a cat perch near the computer. Perrine wants to be nearby often, but only occasionally has the patience, is in the right mood, whatever, to actually sit or sleep on my lap.
Keisha used to sleep in her bed *on the table* next to the desktop computer before she got too fat to jump up on the table. Now she's a closet cat, she hides in the closet all day sleeping, coming out in the late afternoon when she is hungry.
Lily now sleeps on the scanner on the table next to the computer, or on the piano bench next to the piano next to the computer, unless she is in a follow donna around dragging her mouse on a stick toy mood.
My laptop is on my desk in the other room, she will sometimes sleep on the desk, next to it, or the cat perch in the window right next to my desk. I think the cat perch is one of her favorite spots, it gets afternoon sun, it's in the window so she can see the birds and squirrels, and it is right next to my desk where I spend a lot of my time working during the day.
Just putting a towel or something she can sleep on, on a table next to your desk or on your desk and putting her on it a couple of times while petting her, and she might decide it's a comfortable place to be.
That's a good idea. My ex-bf's cat used to follow me around the house (lagging behind so he still looked cool like he wasn't actually following me.) Just being in the same room was company enough; he would usually sit in the windowsill of whatever room I was in. Sometimes I miss having a cat but I couldn't handle the way he woke me up every couple of hours.
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Today was definitely not in the same league as snow for utter tranquility, but it was still a respectable showing in that category. Though it probably wouldn't have been as powerfully tranquil without Perrine on my lap.
Insuffiency of rain for tranquility
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But spring is just such panic.
And while Finland is colatitudinal with Alaska, the circulation of oceans makes our climate more reminiscent of temperate latitudes. Of course, anything over +25 °C is officially termed "extremely warm" by the Finnish Meteorological Bureau.
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I like it.
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Lily now sleeps on the scanner on the table next to the computer, or on the piano bench next to the piano next to the computer, unless she is in a follow donna around dragging her mouse on a stick toy mood.
My laptop is on my desk in the other room, she will sometimes sleep on the desk, next to it, or the cat perch in the window right next to my desk. I think the cat perch is one of her favorite spots, it gets afternoon sun, it's in the window so she can see the birds and squirrels, and it is right next to my desk where I spend a lot of my time working during the day.
Just putting a towel or something she can sleep on, on a table next to your desk or on your desk and putting her on it a couple of times while petting her, and she might decide it's a comfortable place to be.
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Sometimes I miss having a cat but I couldn't handle the way he woke me up every couple of hours.
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On grey rainy day is good.
Hey, this is haiku.
Oops.