“The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer.”
~ Paula Poundstone
(In this particular case, it may or may not have been a moth. It definitely wasn’t an axe murderer).
“The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
Yesterday morning I was running late to get the kids to school because I’d made the foolish mistake of sleeping in. There had also been several complications during the morning routine, for example, the prolonged disappointment and resulting temporary paralysis of one child due to my insistence that she wear a hat.
Also, the cats had whacked several ornaments off the Christmas tree, requiring an immediate and frantic search for scattered metal ornament hooks (which are apparently very appealing to eat, if you’re a cat).
Not to mention that this particular Monday morning had also involved a broken zipper (mine) and inside-out gloves (not mine).
By the time we were out the door, it was too late to walk to school, since the bell was scheduled to ring in 7 minutes and it takes us at least 15 on a good day. The crew piled into the car, but we sat helplessly in the driveway with the engine running and the heat blasting. The scraper was useless against the massive coating of ice that had formed during the previous day’s freezing rain.
I gave the heat 2 minutes to kick in, then I hacked away like a madwoman with the scraper while I’m sure my neighbours looked on in amusement and pity. It wasn’t pretty, but I managed to clear the windows. And the windshield. Mostly. We made it on time, without incident.
I don’t really like being late.
But… I do like the way the ice patterns look from the inside of a car after rain has frozen on the glass. And so, here is today’s photo: