Mi vida loca.
These spam comments I get are meshugah! (Yeah, I know, mixing my metaphoric languages.)
“This is my first time i stop in here. I create so innumerable absorbing stuff in your blog especially its discussion. From the tons of comments on your articles, I imagine I am not the just individual having all the joy here! keep up the good work.”
Honey, I hope you are not the just individual having all the joy here!
Nope, the truth is, I have all the joy here! My best friends are my fellow authors, to know you is to love you - and then there’s Chris from Stumbling Over Chaos, who joins in when she can and posts the most delightful pictures of her hilarious cats over at her site. Hey Chris - when I pull my cat Yoshi’s ears back, he’s the spitting image of King Tut! I swear King Tut has been reincarnated as my cat!
Last night hubby came to bed, where I was all snuggled up with our German shepherd, and he asked me a loaded question - Who do you like better, me or the dog?
What could I say? I told him the truth. I like you both the same…I love all my family and that includes my pets. I know, right? Yo estoy muy loca. Fortunately, hubby has known me since I was fourteen and he understands me better than anyone.
I’ve always preferred animals to people. Animals don’t disappoint in the same way people do. I’m also not afraid of wild animals except for sharks and grizzly bears. When I hike in isolated areas, it’s not mountain lions I’m concerned about. It’s the occasional creepy guy I run into. Thus the amazingly powerful dog by my side.
Continuing this rambling post, here’s what I think. Once upon a time, I got my daughter a little brown pet mouse and she named him Chocolate. She carried Chocolate everywhere - in a pocket. He was a really smart guy who never pooped in her pocket and acted remarkably human. He was a sweet, kind, gentle mouse. After Chocolate died, we found Kitty, a young cat who gave birth to kittens in the same daughter’s closet. From the moment Norman was born, we knew he was Chocolate reincarnated. Chocolate got to move up the karmic ladder! Norman lived for fourteen years and after he died, I wondered if he’d come back as a dog, but no, he decided to return to us in cat form - you know, cats are a very highly developed life form - Rico, one of our twin black kitties, is Norman. When we look into his eyes, it’s Norman looking back. Rico’s brother Yoshi, on the other hand, is King Tut.
I’m not close to many people outside of my family - my family by definition includes humans and animals. The most remarkable thing about writing romance and blogging about it, is that I’ve made so many friends online. I have met great people, authors and readers and bloggers. When I meet them in real life, as I met Anny Cook, it’s amazing.
According to Dan Buettner in his book, The Blue Zones, a sense of community contributes to good health and long life. I’m not much into the community where I live, nor am I into any of the communities where I previously lived, but I do feel a sense of community and kinship with you.
Yup. I am not the just individual having joy here!
