Almost Spring and Cats Drinking Water

I can’t believe today is March 11 (which reminds me I need to donate to the late Joey the Garden Cat’s “catpaign” – see the link to his Facebook page if you are interested) which means spring is almost here, the semester is about half over (yikes!), we’ve met our $4000 deductible, and I’ll be fifty in ten months and two days (gifts are encouraged).

The older I get, I find time seems to fly by faster than it used to. When my kids were toddlers, I remember thinking they would never be old enough for Kindergarten. Now my oldest is 21, and my youngest is 15 and a freshman (not for much longer) in high school.

How can I slow down the next three and a half years before he graduates?timeflies

When John was three, I heard a lady mention the quote, “The days are long and the years are short.” One of my favorite authors, Gretchen Rubin, also uses that quote often in her books and in social media. The quote is a great reminder that time is flying (I just heard a whoosh), and I need to catch my breath, slow down, and enjoy life.

One thing that helps me relax is watching my cat drink water from his bowl. He positions himself carefully behind the bowl, dips a paw in to check the freshness of the water, “combs” his fur, and then hunkers down for a drink. He stands so still, and only his tongue moves in and out of his mouth as he drinks. I wish I had video to post. It’s the cutest thing! I usually stop what I’m doing and just watch. Charlie is such a dainty drinker.

My mom told me a long time ago (I think I was 11) that I needed to stop and smell the flowers. Watching my cat drink water (don’t even get me started on how cute he is when he’s sleeping) is my equivalent of stopping to smell the roses.

Where are the Cowboys?

John used to ask questions relentlessly when he was younger. He didn’t ask the annoying “why” to every statement I made. Instead, he had some thought-provoking inquiries. At times I got tired of trying to answer his questions, but I started writing them down as I realized he wouldn’t always be an inquisitive preschooler. I compiled a list of some of John’s more humorous (although he was completely serious) and intriguing questions and called it

Where are the Cowboys?

Why do rats live in sewers?
What if we ate cake before lunch?
What if we were really aliens?
Do horses have belly buttons?
What if daddy stayed in the bathroom?
What if we didn’t have blood?
How long does it take to get to the center of the earth?
What if all the animals in the world threw up?
What if I was a black Pomeranian named Rascal?
Where are the cowboys?
What if otters were in our house?
What if I grew to be too big and you couldn’t carry me anymore?

by John Ricard, age 3 1/2 (now 12 1/2)