My New Love

I’ve a nw love in my life, another presence that adds a joyful dimension to ordinary tasks like sitting on the couch, putting on shoes and making the bed. A dimension I didn’t realize I was missing, by the way.

Curious about all I do, that additional set of eyes watches me intently and tries to anticipate my next moves in case I need help. That in turn is giving my own observation skills a bit of a workout. I don’t want this new relationship to be lopsided. I want to give as much as I receive so I have to watch and learn, too. No matter how accustomed I might be to certain predictable behaviors, each being brings unique personality and perspective to life.

Sharing life with another can be frustrating, no doubt. We don’t always need help. All of us want time and space to ourselves now and then, to read, nap, paint or write. Learning to read those signals can be a complicated process that can enlighten or sadden. Another’s exuberance to play and please can be exasperating even if the intent is well-meaning and understood.
It can be messy, too, always having to prepare meals and clean up after another who will never take up the slack or offer assistance in daily chores. I have never considered myself too picky about folding laundry or washing dishes, but unless it’s to take a peek in the fridge now and then, the kitchen and laundry should be off limits to my new heart throb.

Let me introduce you to Veronica Fierce Whiskerly. (She was born into the feral cat kingdom in the neighborhood of the VFW). At first glance she looks like the usual gray tabby. Wait a second, though, and her head will swivel and her body bounce and you will glimpse a golden aura inherited from her father. I have a few scars that will diminish as kittyhood fades. She’s a great pal who is learning to lapsit. Right now her four- month-old eyes and paws are constantly involved in any task my hands tackle. She will eventually get bored with that and just watch, keeping her critiques to herself. Even if she disapproves occasionally, life is better with Veronica  a part of it.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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