Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Time: 5:45 PM
Song: With Or Without You
Artist: U2
Mode of Consumption: Listening to the radio.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6ADSaE87h8Y3lccZlBJdXH?si=f0faa2a14b4c4a22
We have a barn cat named “Murray” who likes to come into the house in the evenings after I return home from work. He shoots in when I open the door, his little paws pattering against the kitchen floor before stopping at the edge of the kitchen tile and the carpeted living room.
Murray has gray fur with a white belly and white race stripes on his legs. His eyes are green.
He circles in that area until either Jodi or I, or preferably both of us, sit on the carpet, so he can crawl between our legs and stretch out.
That’s his spot. The one spot in the world where I truly believe he is happiest. His eyes become dreamy and distant, and his little motor runs loud in satisfaction.
Tonight, the radio is playing and Jodi has turned the lights of the stairway behind her on so that she can read a magazine. The Christmas tree lights are also on, blinking in reds and blues and yellows in a soothing way.
It reminded of how my mother would lay on the couch in the living room during the holiday season with all the lights off other than the tree. She would do this often late in the afternoon, probably about this time of day.
She didn’t usually talk, and often we’d leave her alone. She might stay that way for ten minutes or a half hour with nothing but her thoughts and the Christmas lights.
I hadn’t thought about her doing that in years. I wonder if she still does it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did. It seemed to be her form of meditation.
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