All is Groovy

Over the years of our married life (almost 52 of them), I have often taken comfort and encouragement from the fact that from time to time I could hear my honey, in a different part of the house, humming or singing to herself. Often hymns or old show tunes and the like. Hearing it seemed to assure me that my love was happy and content. Of late, however, this sort of thing has taken a different turn. This morning, for example, I was working in my sewing room which is located beneath our bedroom. Linda was upstairs making the bed and getting dressed and I could hear the muffled sounds of her carrying on what sounded like a regular conversation. I smiled to myself as I realized that she was talking to Hairy Potter … the furry, four-pawed feline member of our family. I actually gave quiet voice to the notion that “the silly cat doesn’t understand a word you are saying and will certainly never answer you.”

A few minutes later, as I stood feeding pieces of fabric through the sewing machine I felt a nudge at my leg and heard the tinkle of a bell. Looking down I espied said furry, four-pawed feline sitting at my feet with his plastic ball with a bell inside lying on the floor in front of him. He was looking up at me with an intense gaze.

As I returned his gaze, I said, “Hello buddy, whatcha knowin?” Then I laughed at myself for doing exactly what my honey was doing moments before. For the next several minutes as I continued sewing unbidden phrases kept rolling around in my mind:

Hello buddy, whatcha knowin? I’ve got to keep these masks a sewin,

“Ain’t ya got no time for me? Toss my ball and I’ll retrieve it”

It went along like that for several minutes while I spoke of work to do and promises to keep and then; I finally picked up the ball and tossed it … he retrieved it and we played like that until he took his ball upstairs … presumably to talk to Linda.

Life, I love you … all is groovy!