I've been wondering all day what to write about, should I research something for you, or just blather endlessly about nothing in particular. However as most writers will come to find, the answer to inspiration often comes from everyday situations.
So for the last two days, my sweetie and I have been going to the pool around 10 pm to go swimming. Yesterday we had a blast and were looking for a repeat performance today. Getting there, I took my glasses off (thus making every definable shape around me an amorphous blob), and proceeded to get into much cooler water than I expected. After successfully immersing ourselves into the water we treaded for a bit. As I was occupied trying to swish a dead bug out of my hair (I swear this was the one time I took my hair band out to let my hair down instead of in a ponytail and every dead thing in the pool had to magnetize toward it) my sweetie suddenly swam towards me with an undefinable look on his face (probably because I couldn't really make out his face). This conversation then ensued.
Him: I just picked up a mouse.
Me: What?
Him: I just picked up a mouse. Right now.
Me giving him a look: I don't understand how this happened.
Him: I thought it was a pinecone so I picked it up and it was soft and squishy, so I freaked out and plopped it outside the swimming pool. Its not dead its leg was twitching.
Me: (Shudders) I'm sorry?
Him: I want to leave the pool now. It was in the water and I had my mouth open in here and everything, ew ew!
Me: Ew gross why would you have your mouth open in the...raccoon.
Him: What? (Looks where I'm looking) There's a raccoon over there.
Me starting to swim backwards away from the raccoon: Yeah I know. I saw it creep under the pool gate.
Him: What if it gets in the water? Can raccoon's even swim?
Me: I think they can. Surely not faster than us though.
Him: Great now we're going to get raccoon rabies.
So for the next twenty minutes we treaded water in the middle of the pool as the raccoon circled the pool. Finally when we hadn't seen it in a while we darted out, grabbed our stuff, and headed home for a shower. So not only did we have a weird mouse encounter, we then went on to be sheep herded by a raccoon that was probably just trying to dip its food in the water.
(Raccoon's don't have salivary glands) We come home (we are still house sitting) to a cat named Marbles that of late has been a very vocal cat. Read: The cat cries all the time and follows you if you're headed to the bathroom where she has a bowl in which she receives treats (noms). My sweetie (shhh don't tell him I said it, but he's a secret cat loving person) and I give her about seven noms a day between the two of us. That's a lot of noms for a cat. Still the cat cries for more. In her deviousness she will head bump your legs, and weave through them, letting you pet her and purring as if to say 'see I'm a friendly adorable cat...now give me noms!' We frequently tell her no. Going to the bathroom is a problem because she follows you in and cries. So we cry back, "Kitty, no I won't give you noms!"
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