“When you make a choice, you change the future.” 

The wind is so strong it blows open the dog door. Henry gets spooked so I have to get up from my comfy couch to let him in by the human door, and Henry doesn’t wait patiently. He bangs the door with his nose. Right now he is napping, probably because of the trauma of having to wait outside a couple of minutes.

Today is an ugly day. It rained earlier, and the sky is still covered in clouds, but today is warm, even with the wind. It is in the mid-50’s. I have errands today. One of them is easy to guess.

Nala likes to play fetch, even in the house. I throw toys down the hall, and she brings them back to me. She also brings in stuff from outside. The other day it was a pine branch. The needles on the floor of the living room and the hall gave Nala away. The dirt on the door mat and in the kitchen also gave Nala away when she tore apart my succulent garden. It was left counter after I had watered. I thought it was safe. Silly me forgetting Nala, the Destroyer of Worlds, loves surfing the counter.

I almost feel like a grave robber. Nala pulled apart a Santa cloth ornament she had stolen a while back. Sadly, Henry is complicit in this theft but after the fact. He also enjoys chewing poor Santa. This morning I found white stuffing on the floor. I followed the tufts from room to room and caught Nala trying to pull out some more from Santa’s head. I grabbed the ornament and pulled out all the rest of the stuffing from Santa’s head leaving him a shell of his former self. During all of this, Jack was meowing for attention.

When I was a kid, I never knew how to answer when aunts, great aunts and my aunt the nun, whom I seldom saw, asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. It usually took me days to decide what to wear on Halloween let alone decide what I’d be doing the rest of my life. The enormity of that question floored me. I had no idea I was supposed to be planning my future. I still thought Saturday was a long way off. I usually said I didn’t know. That ended our once a year chat.

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6 Comments on ““When you make a choice, you change the future.” ”

  1. Christer. Says:

    Nasty cold nights here and the day temperature barely reach above 32. No warmer weather in sight either. Ok the sun shines during the days so it looks nice at least 🙂 🙂

    Alma is good in playing fetch here in the cottage, always comes back so I can toss it again. Outside however she just run after what ever it is I’ve tossed and doesn’t even stop to pick it up 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It will be warm the next few days but it will be rainy. It will reach the high 50’s. Today stayed pretty warm.

      Nala fetches in the yard, but there are too many distractions. She stops in the middle to play with something else. Henry doesn’t fetch. If I throw something, it scares him. Poor Henry had a tough puppyhood. He is better but some fears just don’t go away.

      Alma and Nala would be good buddies.

      Take Care!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Another beautiful day here in north Texas. The high temperature was in the low 70s under sunny skies The wind was strong again today which is not unusual for March.

    I always knew the answer to the question what, I wanted to be when I grew up, an airline pilot. That answer of course, came after I was six, when previously I wanted to be a cowboy. 🙂 This change of plans came after my first airplane trip in 1954. My mother always thought that I would out grow the silly notion of becoming a pilot and decide to become a doctor or a lawyer. She used to tell me that If I took flying lessons she would put her head in the oven. I used to remind her that we had an electric stove and it wouldn’t work. There’s only one good thing about her untimely passing when I was 13. She wasn’t around to use Jewish guilt on me to get me to change my mind. 🙂

    Nala is truly a destroyer of everything. One of our Greyhounds used to carry around the portable phone in her mouth. Luckily she couldn’t tear up the solid plastic phone. Previously, she would prance around the house with one of my daughter’s stuffed animals which she would eventually destroy.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We had a wind strong enough to keep blowing open the dog door. I could feel the wind all the way down the hall. I had to shut it which completely defeated the purpose of the dog door.

      I truly wasn’t sure what I wanted to be. I was going to go to law school after Peace Corps, but I found teaching in Ghana, and I was hooked. I never looked back.

      My mother used Irish guilt on us. It worked ever time.

      When I clean the backyard, I always find the stuff Nala stole. Mostly she takes paper and cardboard and shreds it. She also steals any food on the counter or hidden in baskets under the table. Mostly I remember to put everything away but every now and then I forget and am quickly sorry.

  3. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Another cloudy icky day here. I used to have a cat that would play fetch. I’d throw these little red balls and he would bring them back to me. Or when I wasn’t looking stash then under the couch, and I’d have to buy new ones. Only certain stores had them as they were the sort of tacky little balls that one might add to curtains.
    He was also a “thief” of sorts. Human food.I once opened the fridge door for a second, to pull something out, and in he jumped. As I was taking my dinner to the table I heard these meows coming from the fridge and yes, it was Anton.
    You certainly have your hand full living with convicts in your home.
    I can’t recall people asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up, they most likely asked my sister.
    Take Care,
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      I also had a cat which would play fetch but with a superball. I’d throw it down the hall, and he’d jump into the air to grab it. The problem was he had to let the ball go so he could land.

      That cat also lied English toffee. I’d chew off a piece for him, and he’d chew and chew.

      Nala is the red convict. Poor Henry just played with the flat Santa. He has far better manners than Nala.

      Only an aunt and my mother’s aunts used to ask me. They didn’t know any other way to converse with a kid. I doubt they really wanted to know.

      Stay well,
      Kat and her brood

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