In the afternoons when I get home, part of my usual routine, aside from making sure she has water and food, is to play with Kitty Boss a few minutes. Honey brought her home in August of 2008. For most of that time, her favorite thing to play with, besides us, is a sparklie piece of scrapbooking string about three feet long. Since getting her the tree for Christmas, she’ll meow and take off running, and hide in it. Our part is to get the string and dangle it around the various places she hides inside the tree so she can jump out and
scare the crap out of us grab it, playing tug of war and keep away in the process. She loves it. As I played with her, I thought of the simple things that amuse and pacify us: As a baby, we put masking tape on Brother’s fingers and he’d explore its sticky abilities for half an hour. Nephew, as a child, would love to go for walks on the trails at the two larger parks where I live. Or swing. The kids in my class love the catalogs Director gets that contain pictures (and prices) of daycare materials (beds, books, toys, playground equip., etc.). They want to take them home…The kids also like to paint everything with water. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like bubbles. Me? I like swings. Rocking. Rocking a baby. Watching small creatures in the back yard. Watching the fish in a pretty tank (did you know it lowers your BP?). Listening to rain…daydreaming… listening to the conversations in my classroom…when I was a child, I used to climb to the top of the pine trees and just sit, looking out at the world around me. In the fall, I would go out at night and just be…feeling the chill and absorbing the fragrance of the frost on the ground….cloud watching…
What simple things amuse or pacify you? Do simple things still exist?