It’s Just One of Those Days
It’s been one of those days…
You know the kind… you just don’t want to be…anything at all?
Do you know what we mean?
A day to ‘lay low’ and take a break from dealing with the world.
Take Sheldon, for instance…
He’s CJ’s desert tortoise. She adopted him 2 years ago.
On most every other day, Sheldon is up to mischief. He’s pacing the yard.
Sheldon believes there MUST be a breach, a hole, a way OUT of the yard.
He’s been atop the woodpile; and toppled from it’s dizzying heights.
It was all in vain. Woodpile won again!
But, not today. A prison break seemed not to be of importance today.
*We want you to know, Sheldon DOES have a face. It’s pretty cute, actually.*
But today…not so much. No face. Just a butt.
Sheldon has his front end pointed away, as if to assert a message.
Message: Hey! Buzz off! I don’t feel like dealing with you, necessarily.
CJ, upon closer inspection, notes he is firmly planted, as if to say:
“Don’t come rappin’, I am nappin,’ as you can see.
So, go away Mom, just leave me be.”
“But Shelly…” CJ says…
“I brought your favorite! I have some s-a-l-a-d. Mmmmm”
Sheldon actually understands the word “salad” and reacts when he hears it.
He LOVES fresh red-leaf or romaine lettuce salad. It is nearly impossible
to feed him too much of those. He’s a voracious eater.
But…today was one of those days.
He barely stirred; he opened up one eye. So CJ left the salad.
WHAT? He’s too tired to care about it today?
She tickled his back leg, to which he reacted with a head ducking deeper into shell.
Yep. It was certainly one of those days.
Kind of similar to us pulling the covers over our heads and choosing to stay in the bed.
We could see Sheldon’s point. We sort of felt the same way ourselves today.
Grief and sad times can make us want to shut out the world for a minute.
We don’t feel like seeing anybody or talking to anyone.
“Go away, cruel world. I’m weary and I don’t need to annoy myself facing you today!
After all, tomorrow’s another day. I’ll be back to my old self then.
I’ll feel up to it, then. I’ll prove that I DO have a face.
It’s really a cute face, too!”
“Ok, Sheldon. Tell you what…If you show your face tomorrow,
Then we’ll show ours, too.”
We want to thank everyone for their kind and comforting words of condolence received
through the last post. We appreciate your care and compassion so much…there are really no words…
Hugs to all — CJ and Morguie
©2014, C.S. Thompson.