What was I thinking?

Thought and Poem – March 11, 2015

There may not be much in the way of valuable things in our houses, but one piece that I own is very precious to me…my couch.

Over the years of my life, I have sat on and owned many different couches and they all did the job I expected of them…to comfort me, to have an instant place to take a quick nap, to relax with family, to have a little quiet time to myself, to do nothing!

But mostly what I have sat on my couch doing lately is reminiscing about my younger days and tried to remember all the different couches we owned and when doing this, I realized how comforting these couches could be and how I came to depend on them to protect me from my feelings, or to make new memories.

There is also another thing about couches…family members, the cats and dogs just know when you want to sit on them for a while and relax, read a book, and just enjoy quiet time. Yet, somehow the minute you open your book, start sipping your tea, maybe eating a few Twinkies….like clockwork you are not alone again. How you see this moment may determine if you will have newer memories to cherish when in the future you find yourself with a moment alone or two to remember as you again…sit on your couch. I mean really….what were we thinking?

What about you…has the couch been a special place for you? Share your thoughts with us…Jeanne Claire Probst

What Was I Thinking?

It was quiet I thought, as I sat down on my couch, I mean should I really dare?

I chose to sit in the living room because at the moment, no one else was in there.

I opened the pages to the last chapter I had been reading in my book

I actually decided to put a “real” book in my hand instead of reading from my “nook.”

I read the first page and all was going well

But I knew the peaceful moment would not last, as from past experiences I just could tell.

And before I knew it the cat jumped on my lap

In doing so, he gave me a slight heart attack.

I mean what was wrong with where he had already been napping a few moments ago

I guess he wanted my attention and decided to jump on my lap to let me know.

My lap apparently was not good enough

He planted himself in the middle of my book which made reading a little tough.

A few minutes later my 3 year old daughter appears

She was missing me and in her eyes she had a few tears.

“Come tell mommy why you are sad,” and let me try and help you feel better

And before long she was snuggled up against my chest sleeping, so I covered her with my sweater.

Now I had the cat in my lap, my child against my chest and I as tried to get back to reading my book

I could hear something panting, and wagging their tail so I stopped reading to take a look.

The dog….she was wagging her tail and trying to figure out where she would rest

But I knew where she was going to land and I did not have to guess.

She curled up against my feet

Which were now toasty warm, thanks go to her for her body heat.

A little while later, after having read only a chapter or two

My husband was looking for me…he wanted my attention too.

Before I knew it he was sitting next to me on the couch with his head against my shoulders and he was snoring away

I started meditating on what I had on me and all around me and that I was grateful for this day.

It was nice feeling this way.

So I put the book down beside me as I figured it was not meant for me to be reading this book now anyway! You think?

Jeanne Claire Probst