The Democratic National Convention is in town. The air crackles with excitement. Okay, maybe that crackle is road rage.
I’m pretty sure Michelle Obama stayed at a hotel a mile and a half from my home last night. I think that because the streets that form a perimeter around a certain hotel are closed. The media have warned us for several weeks that traffic patterns will change. And we all know that those folks are not particularly subtle. Those changes, of course, cause detours and overcrowding of surrounding routes. As I move about these next few days I will have to plan my trips a little more carefully than usual.
You might think I’m complaining, but that is not the case. I am thrilled to have these guests in town. I think what they/we are doing here is an important part of the American political process.
I considered attending the convention. I chose not to. I could have secured a ticket because I worked as a volunteer this summer. I registered voters in a predominantly Latino neighborhood. (We aren’t very subtle either.) I decided instead to watch part of it on television.
Already today I have learned how Jeff Bridges makes a white Russian. (With a lot of alcohol, by the way.) To be fair, I also heard him talk at length about his No Kid Hungry project. Bridges attends both political conventions because he believes strongly, as do I, that hungry children should never be politicized. I give a resounding “Thank you and keep up the good work!” to Jeff and his children.
I was in the kitchen recently cleaning the sink when I heard a sweet melodic sound. I stopped being noisy and listened. I heard it again. And again.
The radio, ipod, and television were quiet. There was no one else in the house. At least that’s what I hoped. Just Lulu the awesome cat. She couldn’t have made that sound.
I dried my hands and tip-toed toward the music. There was Lulu on the dining room table in a large bowl. It’s what I call a low bowl because it has a low rim, or side. I watched quietly. She didn’t know I was there. She lifted a front paw and swiped the rim of the bowl. What a wonderful dulcet sound it made. She did it again. Another sweet tone.
Who knew a cat could do something like that?! When the children were little we had a cat that played the piano, but this is a whole new level of feline musicality. I tried to take a video so I could maybe enter Lulu in a kitty-cat talent show, but I was too slow. I’ll try to be ready the next time she plays for me.What did I do for entertainment before Lulu came to stay?