I often reflect back to my teenage years when my summers were filled with days relaxing on the sandy shores of the beach, swimming in the many lakes I visited or chatting for hours with my friends. Why not? I was on a three month break from school. Fun was to be had by all and boy did I have my fair share of it.
Now that I’m all grown up and then some, I find I wrestle with my long to-do list leaving little time for fun in the sun, even though I live in the Phoenix metropolis where sun is something we have plenty of. I long for those days with nothing to do…
My mornings are filled with networking, sprinting out words on the computer trying like a mad woman to get the next book out so my fans won’t forget about me. Many of my afternoons are spent driving somewhere. Once a week I manage to hit the hair salon, (okay that’s fun and relaxing). But most days I’m driving to meet up with my critique partners, or I’m taking care of personal and family business. My evenings are spent with my hubby although most of the time we are talking about or going over what I wrote that morning. It’s also a time for edits and revisions. Sadly, there is little time left over for romantic dinners, movies or cuddling in each other’s arms like I envisioned so long ago.
I’ve been awake since five am, logged in over 4k words, wrote a few letters, did a little networking and now I’m writing a couple of blog posts before I head out to meet up with my cousins. Some of you know, my aunt, who I’m named after, passed away last week and there is still much to do on her behalf. We’ll be moving packing and moving things out of her home and I’ll help my cousin Linda with the final arrangements. Enough of that – its depressing enough.
I always tried to do at least one “fun” thing each day. Something that will make me smile and so today I’ve decided I’m going to go visit with a Bengal cat named Sunny. What a great name for a depressing day. Sunny is up for adoption and so I’ve decided, if we are a match, to bring him home with me today. My last “pet” passed away several years ago and Tom and I have been debating if it was a good idea to fill the empty void. Of course, I’m been ready for some time. Tom on the other hand, thinks are lives are too busy to devote hours of affection to an animal. (He’s the realist, I’m not) He’s also allergic to cats which might be a problem. I had three long hair felines when we got together and eventually had to give them up. A small dog was the perfect solution at that time to comfort us. Nubbie was with us for many years until he joined so many others in doggie heaven.
Being the problem solver or is it an idealist, I know the Bengal’s hair is somewhat different from the domestic cat’s so I’m hoping we won’t have an issue there. Cats tend to be loners, so Sunny won’t need the constant hugging and cuddling little dogs require. A win-win situation is the way I’m looking at it. If Sunny feels like sitting in my lap, by all means, he will be welcome. It not, I’ll admire him from my computer and know that my hours are not spent alone.
Even though I haven’t brought him home (yet), I’m sharing a picture of Sunny with all of you.
