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Life as it is

Sitting on the roof and I’m so homesick. Thankfully it’s a very rare occurrence and when it hits it is usually on an evening like this. It’s balmy with the merest hint of a breeze after a hot day, and the crickets are grinding away.
The kind that on the Isle of Wight are precious and rare, to be treasured and made the most of.
When you don’t want to cook, but meet up with good friends at the Crab n lobster for dinner with a glass of wine or a beer or two.
Precious friends, where the atmosphere is relaxed, you know each other so well there’s no pretense to keep up.  Where you can be your self unabashedly, and both silence and interesting depth is equally comfortable.

Watching the sea side by side with no need for words as evening turns into night, and dew gathers on the grass and garden furniture. Pulling my legs up and hugging my knees, not quite ready to go back home just yet.  Boats and container ships winking pinpricks in the distance, competing with the stars above.
Precious moments to treasure forever more.

Here , in the minutes its taken me to write this and
for a single sad tear to glide down my cheek
Darkness has fallen too.
Tonight the stars are out in an inky sky.
In contrast with home, here after a blistering hot day
nightfall does not bring much relief
only the suffocating humidity of tropical summer.

Here there’s no slow drive to a favorite pub with the windows down, and there are no friends to hang out with. Only food to be prepared and cooked as my stomach not so subtly reminded me.
Beam me up, please.

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Happy Birthday


-Morning Beautiful! Congratulations on being on this planet for half a century. Here’s a coffee – just the way you like it – and a gluten free croissant, good quality imported butter on the side, French Brie and avocado.
-Eh, wow!
-Now, how’s that body of yours doing? Need a bit of tune up or adjustments?
-Please!
-There you go! General tone up, slender legs and arms, flat belly, firm boobs. New spine and neck, new ligaments and tendons where missing. No more migraines or insomnia. No more allergies or food intolerances. Done.
-Wow! My word!  (flexing an unrecognisable ankle).
-Now, what would you like to do today? Anything!
-Eh, can I have endless inspiration to write, please? And better grammar…
-Consider it done. Let’s throw in a five book contract, an editor, and an agent who loves your work at the same time. What else?  This is your day, no time to be bashful. Go for it!
(insert Gulp and nervous laughter)
-Can you arrange for a granny annex for us and work for hubby that he enjoys in BC? Beam us, the cat, and our stuff there?
-Would you like to dress and shower first?
-I think so. Probably best. And feed the cats.

-There you are then! Rent’s paid for a year to get you started. Ready?
-Ready as I’ll ever be.
-Done! Here we are! Want us to unpack?
-Holy carp! Please, since you seem so good at it.
-Ok. What’s next?
-Can I have a little tea party with my celestial mates in the garden this evening?
-Of course. Can’t see why not. Sushi? Strawberries and coconut cream?
-Perfect! Look forward to it. A new journal and fountain pen? A writing desk and bookcase?
-Have a look around, I think you’ll find them in the study.
There is a study?
-Indeed.  There’s also a new queen memory foam mattress in the bedroom, and a set of bedding to fit too. It must be comfortable coz your husband seem to have fallen asleep on it already, and the cat’s are playing chase in the kitchen. As well as your own books we added a few we thought you’ll enjoy. Anything else?
-A few local friends would be wonderful.
-They’ll text you tomorrow. Here’s your keys.
-Oh, for the house?
-For the house and the car in the driveway. Though you might need one. It’s insured and taxed.  Happy birthday love! There’s one downtown, in Field street.
-Uh?
-An excellent tattooist. For that cattoo you’ve been wanting to get. And you have an appointment with the P’s at 3pm tomorrow. Enjoy!
I am speechless. I don’t know what to say. I really don’t. Flabbergasted.
-Don’t go! I haven’t even begun to thank you yet!  I don’t even know your name…

The mosquitoes pull me out of my reverie.
I love our roof, but damn, I wish this had been real.

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