The Obstinate Cat

Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Abstract in Black and White

                           ( sort of )

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

If I wanted to tell the story

about the world as it is in this moment

compared to the one I came from

and the one I am going to end up living in

a year or so from now,

I think I  would tell it in fragments

a smile here

a betrayal there

a nightmare that stayed with me long after I woke up and started my day.


Bad jokes, kind gestures, Mozart, Robert Johnson and Abba made my house a home

 walking my dog up hills, why are there so many half eaten hamburgers at the side of the road?


It’s not hard to be polite in line if you have to stand

six feet away from someone

now we can smirk or grimace because nobody can see the

lower half of your face or hear what you say under your breath.


Life was a completed puzzle that the obstinate cats of the world

shoved off the table

piece by piece

to the floor

but not before they ate that one piece that goes in the middle

that one piece that made it all make sense

That’s the story I would tell.

::: Below are some portraits by Wassily Kandinsky that I spent some time looking at before I wrote today’s piece:::

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

Artist: Wassily Kandinsky

No Quarters Were Given


I went back to work today.

It was nice to see the same dull scenery from the train , it was nice to just sit still and plan my boring old day, it was nice to plan for the weekend because I didn’t feel like my life was just one long extended Sunday afternoon at Grandma’s in the days before cable tv and the only interesting thing on TV was the Wonderful World of Disney and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.

The only glitch was that I turned out to be a magnet for anyone who was coughing or sneezing. Yes indeed, they wanted to sit right next to me.

I had my mask, I was wearing my gloves, and when I had the chance- I got up and moved.

It’s not like there wasn’t anywhere else for them to sit.

I think that there are some people out there who just do NOT want to be told what to do and by jingo they are going to prove their point.

They don’t wear masks, they want to stand close enough to practically give you a kiss, they want to smirk at people who are trying to not catch or spread the Virus.

Before this Virus hit, I was patient with people- including a few of my friends and conservative family members. I mean, if you wanted to believe that Trump was your great white hope and that at long last someone with a business ( or in his case Trust Fund ) background would prove that once and for all if you ran the Government like a business it would run efficiently and we would  all be millionaires-  I was willing to not challenge that view. It was pointless.

But now things are different. Now people are dying and they’re losing their jobs and its hard and frustrating to follow science related news when a large segment of the population get their science from Star Trek,  and that dancing atom on the Simpsons.

My patience and my tolerance are GONE. My last nerve has been played. I don’t want to hear your idiotic defense of Trump and his wreckage of a presidency. I don’t want to hear how this is a ” Democrat Power Grab ” because if we had it in us to do that Trump and his disgusting family wouldn’t be squatting in the White House.

I am giving NO quarter. I am sick to death pretending like this President is like anyone other President, that this Virus is like any other virus.

Why would I want to be associated with people who are willing to watch you die because it interferes  their ability to get drunk at a bar or get their nails done or suck back over priced coffee or dump  their kids at the Mall when you want the house to yourself? Most of all, why would I care that you feel like you’re losing your ‘freedoms’ when in fact you don’t care about ‘freedoms’. You just don’t want to adult up and accept NO YOU CAN’T for an answer.

Well guess what.

You can rage and tweet and hump your guns or make fun of people for wearing masks but at the end of the day, even if the world goes back on line – it’s not going to be the world we knew before Trump decided this virus was magically going to disappear- with the aid of household cleaners by injection.

That world is gone.

No quarter was given.