Posted by on Sep 16, 2019 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Maybe I’ll take cooking lessons…)

So there are these cork thingies all over our little town, on which notices are pinned that offer all kinds of activities and art expos and courses that a kitty could ever hope to find, except THIS kitty is perfectly happy snoozing in the sun (while it lasts) and flipping a few toys around every now and then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(I  think this is a salsa move…)

I mean, do I really NEED Brazilian salsa lessons, I ask you?   Or how about Hatha Yoga or Feldencrais movements or chorale singing or Classes de gymnastique? How about ballet or meditation or garden tours or museum tours or tennis lessons…you get the picture (no pun  intended)?

Of course, mama reads all of these autumn announcements and wishes  she could do every one, and she tells me about her gym class starting up and all the nice young people in it (well, some are NOT spring chickens, if you get my drift, including  you know who,  haha) and she says “Loulou, there are just  not enough hours in the day to DO all of these fascinating things” and  I say, “Mama, get a life.  Just do one or two and use the rest of your precious time for important, earth-shaking, life-changing things, as I DO!”

Like snoozing.

It’s an art, you know.  Er…I think you know…aww,  what  the heck, art or no art, it’s the MEANING OF LIFE! Maybe mama should get bored with bulletins…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe not give up tennis…