Dad and Viola have taken to having discussions every Monday over coffee. Not Sunday, not Tuesday, they must, for some reason, always be on a Monday, early Monday. Mom comes downstairs at O’dark-thirty in the morning and there they are, deep in some random discussion.
” . . . but am I leaning on your arm or is your arm leaning into me? Is it my furs you feel on your arm? Or is it your arm fur, Dad? I’m not sure which I feel because I feel my furs all the time. What’s a couple more, even if they are Dad furs? It’s a mystery we can muddle through round and round without answer. Shh, here comes Mom.”
On another Monday morning, Mom came down to hear this discussion:
” . . . and Sunday, why do we need to get up on Sunday? Why do you turn the lights on when it’s dark outside and therefore, should be the hint it should be dark inside too? Is it because Mom has to get up? Couldn’t you just let her get up and keep the lights off? Think of the extra sleep we’d get! We should ask her some other Sunday.”
Viola, Mom is most definitely not happy getting up at that ridiculous hour to go to work on a Sunday. But if you want to keep having Monday discussions with Dad while having electricity for lights that you can complain about, someone has to make the living you’ve become accustomed to enjoying.
(Mom and Dad work different schedules from one another, leaving someone home every Monday to have deep discussions with Viola because, clearly, that’s important.)
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2024 – No post
2023 – Friday Visitors
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2021 – Two Word Wednesday
2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
2017 – Celebrating TockTober and Friday Bloopers
2016 – No post
2015 – Ruby Tuesday
2014 – MultiCat Monday – Every Home has One
2013 – No post
2012 – No post
Viola, very existential!
Those are great questions Viola. I hope you got some answers. XO
Sometimes there is no right answer, Viola, but I’m glad you think so deeply about such things.