Fascination

I like words. I like the way some them sound when you say them and the way some of them look when you write them. Fascination is a great word - it looks and sound fantastic!

So what is there to be fascinated about? Many things and sometimes we forget to remember to be fascinated. Kids and language is one of those things. I was sitting with my niece two afternoons ago and she was reading on a Beebook (not quite as cool as a Kindle) and she was giving me a lecture about her reader. I had to check twice even three times as she explained to me her electronical device should not get wet. Electronical! Much better word then electronic. Children on a daily basis seem to mangle and reinvent our language and it comes out much better for it.

That's what so great about blogging. Anything goes. Well anything within reason! I can write 7 million words and maybe no one will ever read one of them but I can use them and write them. See fascinating.

So continuing with fascination. Animals are fascinating. We have two dogs and a cat. The cat lives in our house but only by the skin of it's teeth. My husband doesn't like cats, actually it would be more accurate to say he detests cats. Well he detests our cat. Our cat is awesome. He is large, grey and furry with a conversation that borders on intelligent. Shadow is manipulative, affectionate and obstinate. He will probably live to 101 just to spite my husband. His behaviour is the ultimate in fascinating. Shadow knows how to push my husband's buttons and stretch the friendship completely. He seems to feel that the house is his and only because of his good nature is my husband even living in his home. Shadow lurks in every corner and finds every strategy possible to let my husband know that he is around.

The dogs live outside and can best be described as cheerful larrikans. They have pleasant natures with not a manipulative characteristic in sight. They love the cat, worship him even. If Shadow comes to the back door and a human happens to open it, Clark and Zippidee are there to lick the cat's feet and exclaim with excitement that the being of the house is looking in their direction. They are always super impressed at his complete occupation of the house and I think they hope one day his powers will rub off on them. But I have a feeling Clark Kent wonder dog and Zippidee do dah super poodle will never quite achieve the state of Zen that our cat lives within.

My final observation of fascination comes with the thrill of housework. I'm fascinated why my family are under the impression that I, as woman, mother, wife etc etc, delight in grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, washing and that I even have the brain or skills to deal with these processes. I would seriously one day love to absolutely go on strike and demand something except I couldn't stand the mess or the lack of organisation or starving so I'm doomed. I'm my own worst enemy! Sigh! So even now I can hear the toilet brush calling my name, and I'm sure a duster just danced past. A cleaning I will go!