Saturday, October 21, 2006

No Rest for the Weary

...not when there are two cats in the house.

I was up early this morning, getting ready for a field trip to a funeral home. I was just getting dressed when I heard a mighty crash from downstairs. I went downstairs and the two cats were in the kitchen, looking nervous. A marble cheese board which normally resides on the counter was on the floor, broken in two. I suspect one or the other of them tried to jump up on the counter onto it, and it slipped off and broke. In thinking of the expressions on the cats' faces, I'm reminded of the first words my dear husband learned as a second-grader in Belgium many years ago: "Ce n'etait pas moi." The cats always speak French when they do something bad; they think it makes them seem less guilty and more charmant...

Then it was off to the farmer's market for beautiful apples, then to the funeral home, and now I'm hip-deep in Hebrew and Liturgics et al for my exams next week. Later I've got a rehearsal for a concert I'm singing in tomorrow, a fundraiser for a homeless ministry here in Your Nation's Capitol, and a dinner part tonight. I'm trying not to feel guilty about the time spent away from studying. It will be what it will be.

5 comments:

  1. I think it makes you a very well rounded person to have all of these involvements.

    All study and no "play" makes for a dull seminarian.

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  2. cats that speak french?

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  3. I'm cracking up over cats speaking French. But of course they would!

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  4. Oh too funny! But our cats always speak German. (Must be easier to cuss each other out in "cat"!)

    :)
    d

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  5. Your cats "needed" to break the marble board.... This is what my cats said when I told them.

    Charming post! Charmant!

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