I came in from working in the garden this afternoon, thirsty from my chore of turning beds with the broadfork. It seemed as if perhaps I might be a little dehydrated, so I decided I ought to put some electrolyte powder in the water.
I ran a glass full of water and set in on the cutting board beneath the cabinet where the electrolyte mix resides. I reached up to extract it, but it had sort of migrated behind a couple of things, so I started to wiggle it out of the hole it was in. Suddenly, the wiggling activity that I was doing at one side of the cabinet had an equal an opposite reaction (see Newton’s Third Law of Motion) at the other end of the shelf and the 32 oz jar of almond butter leaped precipitously from its perch and landed precisely on the glass of water, shattering it to smithereens and splashing water and glass all over the counter and the floor in the vicinity.
It is amazing just exactly how many little pieces of glass one 10 ounce water glass can produce when shattered.
Most of the water was on the counter, but it immediately sought a lower level and started to drip onto the floor, which proved it was not level by virtue of the fact that the water began to gently run in a stream along the front of the stove headed inexorably for the cat food bowl area.
“Mom!” Mallory exclaimed. “What are you doing” What sort of game is this? Can I play? How do you play this game? Why is this water moving, shouldn’t it lie still like proper water?” (The computer mouse just started to move as Mallory gently pulled on the cord which is hanging down behind the keyboard shelf in a most amusing fashion. Surely this is something to play with? Since it is an optical mouse, the cursor moved across my work area in a most ghostly fashion, thus alerting me to the activities at my feet. Mallory can be quite sneaky at times.)
Anyway, I spent a pleasant ten minutes cleaning glass up off the floor and counter tops, from behind the toaster and coffee roaster, there was some in the sink, little tiny shards were discovered in the butter so I threw that out. Etc. etc.
I finally got my glass of electrolyte. After my massage client has come and gone, I will vacuum the kitchen floor thoroughly. I tend to go barefoot a lot and I am not anxious to repeat my experience of discovering glass pieces by jamming them into the ball of my foot. ‘
Anyway, below is a composition I call “Still Life with Cat.” For some reason, my animals feel that their toys should be in the room where they are, and they are committed to being in the room where I am. So if I am reading in the living room, eventually all toys wind up there. During the “television viewing hour” they migrate slowly to the family room. Anyway, I should make it clear that not all these toys are Mallory’s. Some belong to Ruby.
That stuffed moose in the lower right corner of the picture quite often winds up in the hall. It is quite distressing to step on it in the middle of the night in the dark, but since it doesn’t shriek like a cat I know I haven’t squashed Mallory by accident.