Thursday, 17 December 2009

Santa, and being nice.

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.

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