a delicate balancing act.....

Some days we have to choose between being the bee or being the cat... and some days it chooses us. Without any real consultation or
awareness involved, we might find ourselves walking a fine tightrope of balancing many tasks in order to make it through the day accomplished. Many times things on our list were never there to begin with, they were added as the day grew longer. Yet we manage to find ways to complete the tasks, because so much depends on those chores we were never aware of.

If we are the cat, the tasks are minimal. Other than the million naps we can take, or patiently waiting for some small critter to make the mistake of crossing our path, we can live a pretty peaceful existence... as long as our owners treat us well. Everything else we do would be considered "all in a days work"..... because cats hold no real job other than fluff and purring. Yes, the owners depend on us to keep their house rid of pesky mice and bugs, and we do run the risk of being dive-bombed in the behind by getting too close to a birds nest in the trees; but for the most part, cat naps are our forte' in life.

If we are the bee, much depends on our abilities to pollinate the species of flowers that grow across the land. We are busy making sure the earth has color, as well as utilizing the nectar from those flowers for food. Not only do we produce honey, but we seek to feed our tribes as well. It has been estimated that one third of the human supply of food is dependent on the pollination that bees accomplish. Therefore, the saying "busy as a bee" has true magnitude because of this.

So as a human, I had the chance to be both sides of the equasion this past week. When I deemed it necessary to be the cat, and enjoy those cat naps I sooooo love, I became the cat.
Lets face it.... it has been hot this past week, and with our commercial kitchen without any air conditioning, temperatures spiked into the likes of hellfire. After making sure I was the bee, and got the food to the required destinations, I came home and crashed. I was wiped of any spare energy to do menial tasks around the office, and saved much of that work for when the sun went down. Then I became a different animal altogether: the owl. Nocturnal abilities are abundant when a good siesta was allowed, and I am so good at this ability. Always keeping one ear perked for the phone to ring, I settled into the depths of my couch and snoozed. If not, I could have been very cranky.... and I'm just not very nice when I'm cranky.

So my lack of posting or making it around to comments didn't mean that I'd dropped off the face of the earth... I was otherwise occupied by rest I could afford myself for being one of the bosses of my company..... and I soooo deserved it. Much work was still accomplished, only at stranger hours than usual. It's a balancing act I've learned to perfect at my nearing age of "ancient". Of course, I'm in big trouble if I ever get a real job that requires me to be alert for a straight 8 hour shift..... but I won't think about that now, it's siesta time!