I still live by the clock especially to wake up. My alarm goes off at 5 A.M. That purring in my ear and those cold noses in my face are impossible to ignore.
Pasha and Lilliput waiting for the clock to strike 5 AM.
When the flaming-orange tom was brought to the local animal shelter, he was messy. And he stank. That darn cat never took his eyes off me. They were not quite green and not quite yellow; they were round, and alert, and reflected light like precious stones set in orange gold. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ I told him. E-Book and Paperback available from Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Inge-H.-Borg/e/B006QYQKUS -- Also check other writings at: http://devilwinds.blogspot.com/
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Punctuality
It is Saturday, and I am celebrating Punctuality for our Friday Blog Hop.
I have never been late for anything. Planes, trains, dates or work. Except once: Working in Vienna (Austria, that is), my roommate and I had been solving the problems of the world the prior evening - with a little too much sweet Red Currant Wine (don't EVER do that!). Instead of phoning in sick (which I was), I frantically hopped onto a streetcar and tore into the office where the receptionist happily told me: "The 'Herr Generaldirector' (CEO) is waiting for you." I am sure the elegant man didn't believe my stuttered excuse that I was at the dentist, and ultimately transferred me to the States (I sometimes wonder if that was his punishment--just joking because I am still here forty years later).
I still live by the clock especially to wake up. My alarm goes off at 5 A.M. That purring in my ear and those cold noses in my face are impossible to ignore.
I still live by the clock especially to wake up. My alarm goes off at 5 A.M. That purring in my ear and those cold noses in my face are impossible to ignore.
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How funny and cute those kitties are! Boy, at 5 am every morning... I would not be a happy camper or worker! I think many of the world's problems could be solved if we'd all sit around with rounds of our favs working their magic on our minds. :) Writer’s Mark
ReplyDeleteCan you sprinkle some punctuality on me?? I hate being late! It's rude and just causes so much stress, yet I'm always running late. It drives me crazy. I blame my kids (unfairly). But then there are the times when I am early, when all my preparations work out, and the feeling of euphoria is worth it!
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Nancy, I forgot to mention: We both also smoked half a cigar (in 1964 the daring thing to do for two young ladies)--which likely contributed to our queasy stomach the next morning (while the world merrily rolled on).
ReplyDeleteMeredith, just do not stress about being late; and suddenly, you will find yourself being on time.
I enjoyed both your fun comments...now, let's see what else we can solve.
I am laughing as I sit here, tardily reviewing your enjoyable blog.
ReplyDeleteAt least I did not drink half a bottle of redcurrant wine and smoke a cigar! Aie!
Diana at About Myself By Myself
No, don't ever do that! But at twenty. besides thinking myself invincible, I was plain dumb. (BTW, thanks to you, I just fixed my little 'nit': curr a nt wine!)
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