I’m sorry that all my posts seem to be about my cat. There are more interesting things that happen during my day, I promise. But she receives the blunt force of my inner turmoil. Let me see if I can give an example.
Yesterday was downright blizzardy. I’ve never seen so much snow blowing around. And in the middle of the deluge, Arman, a guy from my work, and I drove to a village in the far north to see buildings we may possibly renovate for a women’s initiative. The meeting turned out to be somewhat counterproductive and ended in my getting yelled at by the woman who’s partnering with us.
Frustrated by the afternoon, my dismay brewed on the snowy 1.5 hour drive home. I was then further perturbed by an exchange over a ride home and a candy bar (something I won’t relate because it makes me look stupid). Then upon arriving back at the office a Yerevantsi (people from Yerevan sometimes come with an aire of superiority) looked at my ‘Word-of-the-Day’ desk display, and rudely said, “You’re not going to learn Armenian like that. You at least have to learn 10 words a day.” To which my emotionally cranked self replied, “Well then I guess I’m just not going to learn Armenian then.”
I arrived home, finally smiling at the sight of my legs disappearing into icy powder. I got inside, changed my frozen jeans for sweatpants, and then, forced by smell, slipped my shoes over naked feet and headed outside to replace the dirt in Sanity’s poop tray. The snow quickly found its way into my shoes and down to my toes, and here, I had an epiphany.
This is my life. Here I am, feet wet and freezing, digging in the snow with a tiny bowl, dumping cat poop into an icy hole, digging elsewhere in search of fresh mud to carry back in for the cat to defecate on.
Upon returning inside, I changed pants again and went to cuddle the cat. She of course merely clawed my hand. Ungrateful rassafrassin’ idjimtin’ clapsnake. (That by the way was NOT what I said to her.) And then I realized that I may never have wound free hands again. And then I decided that the next day (ie: now) I would write a post about how my cat is a demon. Which honestly is not true, but you see, I have to keep my head up when it comes to my cross-cultural exchanges. It would be a mistake to let myself go on and on about my frustrations about business or otherwise cultural exchanges I’m having. Gotta keep my head up. So… well… the cat recieves the brunt of my negativity. (Quite a personal revelation if you take it steps and steps further.)
Still, Sanity better watch her claws, or I’m going to become a dog person.