Identification. Life’s Bondo

Had the title last week and not the words. Opened the draft last night but didn’t have the words. Thought about it this morning and yeah…no. Didn’t have the words. We all know what it is, identification. It is the thing that fosters empathy, feeds understanding. It is the thing that permits us moments of self-indulgence. And not always in the “bad” things. It is a door.

At least my version of it. Psychologists of the varying schools of crazy/not crazy may differ. I don’t care. I know it when I feel it. Because it is first, a feeling thing. Then an intellectual thing. Body reacts, brain trys to translate. Still. I have no words….

It’s Sunday. Last day to post a Ten Things of Thankful. I had every intention of putting up a post. Then I wasn’t. A lot of things were going to happen this weekend. And then they didn’t. Right now, at 11:35 am, post “morning walk”, all I want to do is close the door to the world and lay on the bed. If I sleep, great. If not, do I care? No. It’s about stopping the world.

No. Not like in Carlos Castaneda’s Journey to Ixtlan. But in the more mundane simple retreat from the world at large. That’s what I initially felt and then I re-counted my walk this morning and a non-descript event. We always have that – the choice to interpret events and interactions any way we please. To suit/indulge our moods.

I haven’t been walking much because, well, it’s practically winter. But I have to. So this weekend I decided I would. 10:00 am was a little late to begin but what the heck. I was going. That’s what counts. My “schedule” of gift buying, visiting niece and family, washing the car, wrapping presents…yeah. That schedule is totally out the window and splattered on the pavement.

This morning there was no sun. Clouds and in the 30’s. Fresh, cold air. It’s all good. I dressed in layers – black leggings under black jeans, 2 shirts – a black “muscle” t-shirt under a black turtleneck. No, no Johnny Cash, walkin’ the line theme goin’ on with me. I broke it up with a pullover knit sweater in royal purple. But damn if the beret isn’t black.

2 laps around the complex for a total of 3 miles will suit me fine. As I’m winding up the 1st lap, I look to my left (holy shit. no, not over my left shoulder) There, lying comfortably curled up in front of a bush is a grey cat. Eyes closed, he does not budge. It was rather an odd scene. The bush was part of the landscaping that bordered the steps leading up to this particular building. In my mind, I’d think a cat would prefer to be on the other side, the “safe” side. Not facing the sidewalk and parking lot.

As I approach the final segment of lap 2, I see ahead of me the same grey cat. Risen from his nap, I notice he’s closer to the sidewalk yet still on the grass. Just sitting there. Staring at me, watching me as I approach. As soon as I’m parallel to him, he steps off the grass and begins to walk with me. Oh…k.

At first the cat walked on one side of me. I’m talking right there, inches from my leg. Then he switched to the other side. Then he began to walk in front of me in a windy, back and forth fashion. I stopped a couple of times thinking, “I’m walking towards the highway now. He’d better stop ‘cuz I don’t want to be responsible for him getting squished by a car!” 

When I stopped he began rubbing his head against my leg. Collarless, plump, I couldn’t decide if he lived there in the apartment complex or was a stray. My main concern was that he not follow me to the busy road ahead. We walked together about 60 ft when he stopped. As I continued, now without feline accompaniment, the sun pierced through the clouds.

Today, I’m thankful for that event. In spite of the escapist mood I’m fighting this very moment, it tells me that the path is there. And it will be lit. I need but find it, walk it. I’m thankful to my own damn self for reminding myself that each day, is the only day.

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  1. Clark Scottroger · December 14, 2014

    faaa rist!!

    (and my Commentation skills are so mighty I will leave these words to show my disregard for those FRIST novitiates)!


  2. fangboner1 · December 14, 2014

    So did you get adopted by the cat?


  3. lrconsiderer · December 14, 2014

    Will you walk again and see if it’s there next time?

    Hope that your escape is helpful.


    • GirlieOnTheEdge · December 14, 2014

      I will walk again. But I wouldn’t place a wager that I’d see that cat again. But I can always hope:)


  4. lrconsiderer · December 14, 2014


    Life is Bondo?
    Life has Bondo?

    What is Bondo?)


    • GirlieOnTheEdge · December 14, 2014

      It is. It does. Bondo is a filler, a binding agent. It is most often associated with the automotive field. Mixed with fiberglass and applied correctly it is most effective in repairing small gouges and dents and some types of larger damage to a vehicle’s body. It’s one of those “American staples”:) Invented in the 1950’s it is a product of the 3M company.


  5. dyannedillon · December 14, 2014

    I think the non-event means you need a cat.
    Nice to see SOME people take walks with their feet, not in cars.
    Your words are always beautiful. Sometimes, they are sadly beautiful.


    • GirlieOnTheEdge · December 15, 2014

      ! I did have 2 cats once. Madeline was first (rescued, literally in the middle of the night on the side of the road. She was but weeks old) Then we got Jamaal about 2 years later. They were my best friends for the rest of their lives:)
      Yes. In this part of the world, walking is defined by body parts LOL
      Thank you Dyanne. I don’t know that that is always my intention but…thank you xo


  6. Kristi · December 15, 2014

    My favorite part? “. . . the path is there. And it will be lit. I need but find it, walk it.” Sometimes finding it means taking one step in the dark, but then the path illuminates.


    • GirlieOnTheEdge · December 15, 2014

      Yeah, me too Krist:) I know it’s there and I know there will be enough light when I need it.


  7. Lisa @ The Meaning of Me · December 15, 2014

    I’m with Kristi – sometimes all you can do it take that first step and see where the road leads. Had to do that myself when I quit my job. It’s been terrifying and quite the adventure so far, but the path does indeed light up along the way…
    Have a great week!


    • GirlieOnTheEdge · December 15, 2014

      That’s it exactly. Always the very first step, the first word, the first anything is the hardest. And look at you! It sounds as if you are finding your way in the land of the self-employed:) Excellent.
      You have a great week also, Lisa!


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