Sand Sifter
by Terry Brinkman

 

 

Four in the morning - my somewhat abnormal time to exit my bed and my sleeping hours; I check my cat’s food dishes; I fill my cat’s dishes; warm yesterday’s left-over coffee in the microwave that rides above our gas oven. Slice a bagel, pop it in the twenty-year-old two slicer toaster, pull an orange out of the Ice Box, as the toaster pops-up the Bagel. With my hoodie pouch full and computer in one hand coffee cup my outer hand using my hip to guide my way down the stairs. The cat who has been waiting at the top of stairs races me down the stairs (he wins).

Traversing down the stair I enter the dark basement; the stair light is enough to see my way to the basement sofa lamp; (there is a main light switch that turns on the main light for the basement Family Room but I just like using the lamp where I sit). After turning on the lamp, I drop my computer and breakfast off; Coffee, Bagel, orange. My cat has snuggled on the sofa next to where I sit to get his petting; I turn off the stair light, clean and refill the cat’s water dish. It’s Twenty-Seven Degrees outside so I turn on the gas fire-place, sit and start petting my cat, sometimes it’s two minutes sometimes twenty minutes until he leaves, I turn the television and my lap-top computer on.

It's funny how the advertisements on the television, sometime relate so closely to us (or do they).  The newest and greatest thing an A.I. or better-said “Robot Cat Box Cleaner”.

Last night I heard how great my brother said my daughter and her boy-friend’s Artwork on Facebook was. Art on Facebook..  I guess they can be the artist of the family; Great, I can accept my work’s not that good; some people and cats like it.  I can be the family recluse Cat-Box sand sifter.  

 

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