When you are no longer required by civility to answer the phone or the door,
When you are no longer required to go out into the world of work,
When you can sit and contemplate absolutely nothing,
Life is a holiday.
A holiday often filled with surprises.
A white blur appears in the pergola.
A Mother’s Day orchid has blossomed in the early morning light.
I race for the camera chuckling to myself that I had forgotten her.
I am excited to tell Kelli.
I am happy to uncover the cages and greet all of my beloved creatures!
Cheeky, who insists on hanging onto me somewhere for as long as he can every day.
He especially likes sitting with me on the porch.
He plays and sits against my head under my ear to listen to me talk to him.
And sits on my knee to preen.
He is a happy boy who chirps quietly in long, sweet monologues.
And makes me laugh.
Miss Rita plays on her Java Tree and sometimes waddles over to climb on my chair if I leave.
When I find her there, I pick her up and we sit together.
She always listens intently as I tell her what I plan for the day.
Then, there is the fun of baths on the tree. She is so very funny with her “shower conversation”.
And her antics. She loves her showers.
She has been my constant companion for thirteen years, at least.
Through thick and thin.
I love her.
Sweet Little Lucy loves hanging out with me.
She likes my voice and always wants to touch my skin.
My human body temperature makes for the perfect lounging place.
Rowdy Big Lucy doesn’t like being held, but he likes to watch me and listen to me.
I reach into his tank to pat him often.
He is Little Lucy’s not-so-secret admirer.
Watching him prance and dance for Little Lucy makes me laugh.
Of course, she totally ignores him!
Always, there is dear old Anabelle. She follows me from her bed at my desk
to the porch chair beside me or to her mat on the floor.
She is Mistress of the House and Chief of Security.
She appears to be sleeping, but don’t be fooled.
She is awake and sounding the alarm if anything moves.
Since I don’t hear well, I am totally dependent on her.
And my shadow, Maxwell. What a sweetheart he is.
He spends the day with me and goes home at night.
One of the highlights of my day comes at the end.
Che’s condo stands in the hallway from where he can see the entire house.
He snoozes during the day, but he wakes up if I speak to him.
He is the last creature to be fed and scratched and cared for at night.
I love my time with Che. He is nocturnal so he is ready to play late at night.
When I open the full-length doors and lean into his house,
he tugs on my hair or my arms and hands and scampers about ready for his treat.
When he sees the bag, he sits on his wooden ledge at the door and holds out his hands
frantic for me to let him hold onto the bag and get his treat!
When Che is fed and petted and happy, I turn off the last light and head for bed.
Anabelle is waiting. I lift her up and settle her in the pillows on her side of the bed.
Another good day is done.
Tomorrow, I may finish reading that novel or writing that post.
Or I might not.
The familiar sound of Che running on his wheel sends me off to sleep.
Linear time is an abstraction that no longer concerns me.
Every day is a sweet holiday.