You can complain, commiserate with other locals but after that you just suck it up – or write silly poetry.
It was early on Saturday morning and I was preparing to venture out for the day. The cats were fed and one took to her favourite spot for an after-breakfast nap. The other took to my lap for attention and to commiserate about the sh*tty weekend weather forecast.
I took to writing a humorous ditty about the weather, cats and menopause memory.
He comes to warm his balcony toes,
and bless me with >^..^< his cold, wet nose.
The weather forecast looks a mess,
I swear I don’t know how to dress!
Rain gear, layers and boots by chance?
As long as I don’t forget my pants.
TAJ April 14, 2018
Hope you liked that. You might also like a recent post at Deep Blonde Thoughts where I opine about the state of Ottawa’s public transportation services. If you’re a bus mouse like me, you can surely relate.
Thanks for dropping by and not waking the Tabby.