The recorded music which is broadcast at one of the local supermarkets has been telling me since mid-November that “Santa Claus is coming to town”, and that “he knows when you’ve been naughty and he knows when you’ve been nice”.
Santa has not yet arrived, and frankly, I am tired of being nice!
What is it with cats?
My junior cat Adelaide consistently ignores me. But she demands attention the moment I sit down in an armchair to read a book.
On the other hand, my senior cat Ada will seek attention only when, (a) I am trying to nap on the sofa, or (b) when I am enthroned on the toilet.
My next door neighbour is a very angry and hostile woman. I hear her frequently when she is yelling (and cursing) at the mail man, the landscapers, the UPS man, or the trash collectors --- or me. And I mean frequently.
I can hear these angry diatribes from inside my house.
Yesterday it was the turn of her care-giver who had done something wrong, or failed to do something right. My neighbour told the care-giver that she was “stupid”; that she “never listened”; and that it “was her fault”.
This excoriation was launched before that care-giver had gotten out of her vehicle.
I try to believe that my neighbour has a great deal of self hatred which gets projected onto others.
Whether or not that is so, she certainly demands attention.
But I wish that she believed in Santa, and/or chose to be nice.