A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn no other way.
- Mark Twain
My first blog; A stark white computer monitor is to a blogger what a blank page is to an author. Unsure where to begin, I know my first entry needed to be something informative, or at the very least entertaining. Fate provided me with a story that is both.
Last night, like most nights, my daughter and I turned on her favorite songs and "wrestled", which is to say I toss her in the air and she lands on a bed. She turned 7 last week and doesn't toss like she used to. My wife doesn't care for this activity. She has requested this behavior be retired several times. Each of her requests kiln a sturdy brick. Each brick stacked upon the previous, constructing a firm and tall foundation from which fate could stand. "I told you so" would inevidably echo down to a soon to be injured participant. However, that phrase was not uttered . . . . verbally. Fate, when it does speak, uses onomatopoeia (the formation of a word from a sound).
Our wrestling days came to a close as the doctor completed the tenth stitch in my upper lip. As I sip my coffee through a straw this morning, I hope that if another cat should cross my path, I will be satisfied to watch it pass without the urge to carry him by the tail.