Thursday, November 30, 2006

It's a Re-Run

Pulled this out of my archives because it pretty much describes what my Thursday will be. Glenice arrives Friday sometime, and the house is still a mess. Of course, things have changed since this was written last year - Mom, of course, is gone; Devlin, Cassidy and MacKenzie are no longer with us either, but the sentiments are the same.

Anyway, my car broke, the temp is dropping, and my feet are killing me. I've had a rotten day, so am off to bed early. Have a good Thursday!


The Day Before Glenice

Twas the day before Glenice, and all through the abode,
Every creature is stirring, we’re in cleaning mode.

The curtains are hanging, all washed and dried,
Not a sign of the cat hair I’m trying to hide.

A kitten is nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of catnip dance in his head.

Mama in her recliner Cass in her lap,
Who’d just settled down for a little cat nap.

When back in the study there rose such a din,
I dived under the bed afraid to go in

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen blinds
Gave a brief warning of the mess I would find.

When what to my startled gaze should pop out,
But the mischievous Bubba the culprit no doubt.

With a flick of his tail so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I was gonna be sick.

More rapid than eagles his side-kicks he blamed
On each other he pointed and called them by name –

“Twas Aidan, no Neely, was Devlin, he cried,
Or ‘Kenzie and Cassidy.” I wanted to hide

From the top of the couch to the newly clean floor
Lay a scattering of papers and so much more.

As dry kibbles before hungry cats are scattered
Lay newspapers and files all left in tatters

So into the study the suspects they flew
With a flurry of cat hair, a hairball or two.

And then from the closet behind yon closed door
I heard a faint pawing and mewing and more

I stepped into the room and was turning the knob
For the sounds from within meant he was finishing the job.

He was covered in stuffing from his head to his foot
Some boxes in shambles my ornaments kaput

A bundle of string he had caught in his claw
And looked so damn innocent in spite of it all

His eyes how they twinkled his whiskers did quiver
As he pounced on his victim a small glass sliver

From the antique balls we once hung on our tree
Had been handed down to little ol’ me.

The head of a snowman he held tight in his teeth
And the fragments of tinsel circled his head like a wreath

He had a round face and a little round belly
That shook as he leaped from the floor to the telly.

He was chubby and plump a right jolly old kitten
And I laughed when I saw him though I wouldn’t admit it

A blink of my eyes and a twist of my head
Showed the culprit not Bubba, but Devlin instead.

He mewed not a word but went straight to his work
And I smiled down at Bubba, I felt like a jerk

And laying my hand on the side of Dev’s nose
I gave it a whack and a shout of “No, No.”

He sprang from the set, past the kitties he flew
And away down the hall, in his mouth was my shoe

And I heard him meow as he dove out of sight
“Good luck with this house Glenice arrives morrow night.”




14 comments:

Brandy said...

This is so creative and I have to say, adorable!! Love it!!

Brandy said...

Forgot to say I was sorry to hear about your car and I hope you do feel better soon.

Meretta said...

Cute rendition, Bailey. Hope your feet feel better tomorrow and that your car woes aren't major!

Loreth Anne White said...

Ugh, sorry about the car, Bailey. And the feet :(. Hope tomorrow fares better.

I'm feeling pretty thick because I don't know who Glenice is. But I like the rendition, anyway :)

L

Bailey Stewart said...

Ahhhh Loreth - don't feel too thick, Glenice doesn't visit the blog very often. She's a very, very good friend of mine that I met through Jill's blog. She came down (from Idaho) to be with me the weekend after mom died. She's the one that painted my pretty bedroom for me. She's been here a few times, this one is a business drive-by - she'll only be here Friday afternoon through Saturday morning, but it will be nice to see her.

Massive ugly stuff coming through today. Winter blast - ice first, then snow on top - yucky stuff. Glad I'm not driving today - Bebo will be taking me to and from work today because of the car.

Feet? New shoes. I had my old pair with me to slip on after four hours, but in all of the confusion with the boss and the car - I forgot them, so I spent 7 hours on those little puppies and they were not happy.

Kelly said...

Hahahaha...that is too funny. Thanks for the laugh!

Tori Lennox said...

*hugs*, Bailey. I hope you and the car both feel better soon.

Carol said...

Cars are such a PITA! There is always something wrong with them. Hope yours in a minor problem.

I hope you feel better soon.

I enjoyed the rendition, too!

Rene said...

Cute poem, sorry your day was so rotten. Good luck getting that house in order, I feel you stress.

Dru said...

I love it. Sorry about the car and your feet. Enjoy your visit with Glenice.

Susan said...

Sorry to hear you had 'one of those days'. Hoping today turns out fabulous to make up for it!

Have a good time with Glenice!

ruby55 said...

That's a great take on "The Night Before...". Well done. I really say that you are a writer.

I hope you feel better too. I'm not doing too great. My week was sort of mixed up to say the least. For one thing, I keep having people track through my apartment; I can't find the prescription for my new glasses--something I discovered when I was almost at the optician's on Monday. My legs felt like lead on Tues. but I had a dentist's appointment. Then the humidity yesterday told me why I felt lousy.

I may be moving upstairs. Actually, I will, unless something comes up. I've got to have more room and there's a whole other room and closets in each bedroom. I don't even have one closet right now unless I want to count the ones in the entrance which have to be a catch-all for garbage, shoes, boots, boxes of paper, etc. I'm just not sure when and how this move will take place. What I'd like to do if possible, is get all the big stuff moved upstairs and basically live there while I sort out stuff down here until the new people take over on Feb. 1. I want to get rid of my Avon stuff as much as possible. I'm not sure how many boxes of the stuff I've got standing around and still in storage but it's definitely too much. Maybe I can look at getting the storage unit emptied and that would give me more money to live on. And that would be nice; in fact it would be wonderful. I still don't want this to be my permanent place but with a little bit more money I'll be a little more flexible.

I hope things go smoothly for you too, Bailey. How many cats do you have left now?

I hope you can do something about your car, too.

Remember, I'm still thinking of you and praying for you. We both have to keep our chins and our hopes up. Things will work out somehow.

Have a great time with Glenice. And for you people thinking that *I* should be the one with the snow, cold and ice, I feel badly for you but we're definitely getting there unless the forecasters are totally off the mark.

Warm hugs for you cold ones.

catslady said...

Oh, I loved the poem!!

Sorry about the car and the feet.
I hope you didn't overdo the cleaning for Glenice. Friends don't care, they really don't (but company is always good incentive) :)

Melissa Marsh said...

Oh no - your car broke? Hope it's nothing major.