Like most people, I was listening to the news earlier, and I heard the news that another of our President’s top people has been let go and replaced. It’s like a revolving door, and I find it’s tough to keep up with who’s doing what for our country these days. I remember early reports that a Goldendoodle named Patton was going to become the new First Dog, but even that was subject to the fickle winds of Fate, although reports say that his breeder decided she couldn’t part with the dog and that it wasn’t a decision made by the President. It’s the first time in a very long time that there’s no First Dog, but this presidency is full of a lot of firsts.
At any rate, I was sitting in my chair, watching the news and trying to think about what I was going to write about when the details of the latest story were reported. As I sat there trying to listen, several things all happened that didn’t surprise me at all. Mr. Taleteller started talking to me. If you’re married or in a long term relationship, you might notice that when you aren’t trying to work on something, your other half has nothing to say. The minute you need to concentrate, they go in to Chatty Cathy overdrive. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to him, but sometimes a little peace and quiet goes a long way to getting things done. Asking for that peace and quiet results in a nose bent out of joint, though, no matter how you request it.
One of the other things that happened is that Morgan started tuning up to throw one of her tantrums. If I’m not busy, she’s as quiet as a church mouse, but let me start trying to type or concentrate on a favorite show and she has So. Much. To Say! Again, I love her, but the peace and quiet issue is still at play and when she starts fussing, no power on Earth will get my husband to just take her outside for a minute, or put her in the bedroom or cover her up with her favorite blanket. As soon as I find myself finished, though, he finds motivation to deal with her or gets fed up with her antics.
Of course, Flattery feels that I need help in the form of her nose appearing around my laptop and blocking me from seeing the screen as well as typing what I want to. Entreaties to get her to wait until later, or just rest her head on the arm of the chair or to just give me a few minutes fall on deaf ears. When Flattery decides you’re going to be loved, it’s not going to wait. You might as well just give in and love on her if you want to move forward.
Some nights, I’m not sure how I get anything done. I’ll be honest with you, though. I like having my faithful companions with their predictable ways and I’ll take that over the fickle winds of change any day. All of those little “interruptions” in my life help to make our own version of domestic bliss that just works for all of us. I know that sometimes I take them for granted or don’t appreciate them like I should, but I also can’t imagine what I’d do without them.