The Fugitive Moment

I just had a birthday and I can't believe how much I've already lived.

When I was younger (and I am still young...this isn't an 'I'm so old' blog) I seemed to have so many hours in the day, and now I feel like I have so few.

It is already February.

Can you believe it?

I was listening to a hymn today and it said:

"...our time as a stream Glide swiftly away

and the fugitive moment refuses to stay."

It has made me think: What do I do with my fugitive moments?

I have missed quite a few, I've made the most of some, and I hope I have the sense to do the best I can with the ones that remain, because they DO refuse to stay.

This life is meant to be enjoyed, and I know one thing for sure, I'm not going to "waste" my fugitive moments being busy.

"Screw you cat!"

My sister Jessie LOVES animals.

We caught a mouse in my parents house and the mouse was breathing its last breaths and Jessie cried because it was a dying creature.

Animals, though, do not love Jessie.

Jessie and I are on a committee planning a bingo night in Nauvoo. The first meeting we had concerning the bingo night was at a ladies house and she has a cat that she said is "overly loving" and she apologized ahead of time for the cat, because it would probably try to jump in laps or rub against our legs.

It did jump on peoples laps, and it did rub legs, just not Jessies.

Jessie had to go to the last meeting by herself and the cat again was being it's friendly self just not with Jessie.

She was relaying me the story and she said, "...I think I just want animals to love me too much, well SCREW YOU cat!"

Haha.

I thought it was funny.