Freedom starts tomorrow.
For me.
We’ll “See.”
Wish me luck.
February 9,
Kittah!
We’ve had her for a while now,
But let me introduce to you.
Tyra , the kitty.
Tyler named her Tyra.
But everybody calls her Kitty.
I call her KITTAH!
I never had a cat before, and I must admit,
I like having her around.
Especially when she purrs like there’s no tomorrow.
Plus the fact that I don’t have to go out and walk her.
She practically takes care of herself.
Bathes herself.
Plays by herself.
Cats are a perfect, lazy-person’s pet.
And,
She usually shoves her face under my armpit when she sleeps.
Hey, what can I say.
The pussycat loves me.
(grin)
What I am
So I went to church for Ash Wednesday.
You know?
Wednesday of Ashes?
An “In-your-face” reminder for what we truly are,
what we came from and what we’re going to end up as.
So after the priest imposed the black ash on my forehead,
I came back to my seat.
And there were two old ladies, sitting on my chair.
I have no clue how they would suddenly decide
to take someone else’s seat.
Hoping that no one would notice.
I did not really mind.
I would have given them my seat.
The place was packed,
and finding an empty space in a pew is impossible.
But to steal it just like that is still not right.
Other people around me were wondering what I was going to do,
because they know that that was my seat.
So I just stood there behind them,
and thinking about that day as “Ash Wednesday,”
it showed me what I truly am.
A bitter, angry man who doesn’t like people.
And it just showed me what the people around me truly are.
A bunch of Cous Rouge!