_DSC0852I’ve been on holidays for a couple of weeks, and Blogging is about the last thing I’ve thought of; the weather has been phenomenal, and I’ve been enjoying the outdoors like never before.

I live in a suburb of Vancouver, which, at times, can be quite a rainy city. July and August are usually quite nice, but this July has been completely without precedence;  Vancouver set a record today, the thirty-fourth day in a row without even a trace of precipitation (the previous record was recorded in 1953). It looks like there will be zero precipitation for the entire month.

Any time I’ve spent inside has been spent either reading, watching a short movie with my daughter, or rearranging/cleaning our home. Yesterday, I spent the entire day shifting around bookshelves in our bedroom, and one of my daughter’s cats spent the day sleeping on the only corner of the bed not covered with books and/or other extraneous materials; I continuously piled and removed material from around him, but he managed to sleep through the entire event.  As I was grunting , he was snoring (‘purring’), and as I was heaving, his paws were twitching as if he was dreaming of chasing his favorite prey. I suddenly realized that somewhere in the scheme of things I’d gone down the wrong path: the life of my daughter’s cat was the one that was (surely) meant for me.

Since then, I have been treating my daughter’s cat with the reverence that he obviously deserves from his build-up of positive karma.

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