Pretty Good Little Saturday

I am having a pretty good little Saturday.  Peggy is away at a woman’s conference in Leavenworth and I have the house to myself.  Perfect weather for it.  It is raining cats and dogs outside, ala Cat in the Hat, and I am stuck inside, but unlike The Cat in the Hat I am stuck with Things 1,2 and 3.  Neko, Pushy and Munchy have me surrounded.  We are having a little love fest.  I am up in the loft in the chair torn to pieces by the cats,Neko in my lap (causing typing problems), Munchy in her evening pillow palace (loving the chance to be there during the day, and Pushy as always in on our perimeter, staring out the window at birds, twitching and making hunting noises.  I think I will sit here, make this post, read my kindle (the new Krakhauer book about Pat Tillman, Where Men Win Glory, a great read) and possibly contemplate a To-Do List.  I have got a couple hours of live Dead floating through my I-pod and things are looking very good.

My plan for this Pretty Good Little Saturday include finding a way to fit pizza into my day somehow, fix a few things around the house, do the dishes, some laundry and keep the love fest going as long as I can; Note Pushy just switched windows, there might be some action on the north side.

This evening I get the pleasure of heading over to Kelsey and Brian’s house to sit for Eli (and secretly start the brainwashing process to mold him into the man he should become, frankly I am worried about all the time Peter is spending with the boy, we certainly do not want Eli to be subject to those views!)

It is nice to have some alone time in the house.  I love Peggy dearly and miss her presence, but it is also nice to have some forced solitude.  Kind of a ying/yang thing and absence making the heart grow fonder.  I have always needed space and what better time to have space as when Peggy is on a vegetarian kick.  I will eat well this weekend.

Now for something completely different (in honor of the Monty Python reunion that took place this week). 

There are people who achieve greatness.  Ted Williams was the greatest hitter that ever lived.  Einstein is heralded as one of our greatest minds.  Who cannot marvel at the wonders of a man like Obama?  Sometimes when I reflect on these people of greatness, these heroes I wonder, “where do I fit in”  Why am I so mundane? Why did I not reach these heights of wonder?

And then it hits me.  It might not be much.  It certainly has not given me worldwide fame or made me rich.  But deep in my heart I know that NO ONE, no one on earth, no one before my time, and most likely no one after me (well tonight with Eli might just give him a chance; although the skill did not seem to be picked up by my direct offspring) can load a damn dishwasher as good as I can.  Any brand, any style, no matter how many dishes, no matter what shape.  I know that I am the best damn dishwasher loader that EVER walked the earth, so I got that going for me.

And my mantra, that NO ONE seems to ever get:

ENVISION IT FULL!