I sat down on my thrifted Dutch
Modern table and saw the whisker . Jackson the rescued cat from, you guessed it, Jackson ward, had deposited it on the table. I have had a jaded relationship with this cat . I feel my agony at times is his unbriddled victory and joy. Endless nights of interupted sleep to play hide and go seek, attacked feet when REM sets in, or the feed me now at 4 in the morning meowscream..But today the whisker„ This is goodluck I thought and as I rushed to find a good place to store it, I felt like I was somehow in the middle of a Murakami book. The perfect place turned out to be the shell couple Lexi made for Kelly and I to have on our wedding cake. I love Lexi and Beau and their beautiful family ,but what I loved today was the fact that I can turn to any corner, any shelf or wall in my house and find a book, a painting , a kid drawing, even a shell, and know that my life is some how in the right place. For every agonizing trivial minute that I worry too much about the small things in raising a family, there are lifetimes of good stuff all around.
The good stuff that comes from finding a cat whisker one day.
