Tuesday, March 16, 2004

   Monday, monday...
Hello there, friends! Milkycat--glad your comment box is back! And the new art is superb. hat's new? Ozy J--where is life and adventures taking you? Some good things coming up I'm hoping. Wolfy--travelling faster than the speed of light--what's up, doc? Yami, here's to a good week, your thoughts are deep. Phat kat Huggles says MEOW for all Phat Katz. Keep in touch, cuz friends keep the world turning.!

I survived! Mondays and me are not friends in any way! NYA! rushing to get ready for work, dashing out the gun, on the ramp to the freeway when YAAAAAA I FORGOT THE OFFICCE KEYS! (and of course, 5 miles before the next turnoff). I live in a canyon in California-- beautiful birds, flowers, something green all year round. The mountains are rugged, and sometimes have snow on the tops, while palm trees can be seen in the foreground. I am not the most organized person in the world, and if don't pack what I need in the car and on my kitchen table, ooooo, ooooh. I commute about 1 1/2 h because of the traffic. Am I glad that CD's can be played in the car. I turned around, fetched the keys, and roared off again, gritting my teeth because now I was late. In my head , I can hear vague lectures from my Dad, and Mom about getting organized. My husband sits and shrugs his shoulders, his eyes crinkle with a smile. He's away on business, so Mamma watches the parrots, and "the fort" . Thank God for cell phones,and the internet, so when he's away, he's actually as close as the nearest computer. I always have my knitting--socks, sweater--recently a big red poncho. I just keep knitting--- at work, rather than grind teeth, out come the knitting needles. One of my co-workers swears the knitting needles will graft to my hands. I silentlly laughed to myself-- thinking what if Vash had knitting needles in addition to the gun in his arm during times of boredom and frustration? I love knitting because of all the colours and textures of fibers. It's a treat to go to the needlework store. My poncho began after I started a red and black hunting plaid blanket, and there was a lot of red leftover. We'll see where it goes!
When I arrived finally at work, I sprung from the car, jugglling everything when I came upon a STAMPEDE! No, not Vash-- but ducks! The moral is-- never stand between a duck and his corn! Have a fruitful day, and I hope that amidst all the angst there is, may there be a smile !
Love and peace ( no biscotti or donuts, because Mamma forgot then on the kichen table)
Mamma Vash ^_^
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