Cat, dances and bread

For this week’s Sleeping With Bread post (click on the badge at right for more information about the meme), our host this week Tara asked in her post called “Dog dances and bread,” “When did you feel most fully yourself and least yourself? Did you have someone to dance with?”

Funny thing is that in her post, Tara posted a photo of her family’s dog, Aggie. After I finished reading the Liturgy of the Hours this morning (don’t think I’m that holy, some days I forget to get to it), I stepped into our kitchen and saw this:

I’m guessing that Seamus (“Bubba” as we sometimes call him and “Henry” as I sometimes do like when he’s sitting here on my arm as I try to type on the keyboard…”Sit with me, Henry” based off the song title  “Roll With Me Henry“, my mind works in strange ways, what can I say?) felt fully himself as his body was all against the sides of the sink.

On to the question:

When did I feel least fully myself this past week?

1. Name a day, any day. Sunday? Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday? Friday? Yep, those are the days when I didn’t feel fully myself.

2. Seriously, though, when I procrastinated on getting down to finding and accepting assignments on a freelance writing website for which I was approved late last week.

3. Also when I didn’t get myself into the gym after plunking down a check for almost $100 last week for a three-month membership at the gym at our local high school for both my wife and me. Sure, things came up, but I didn’t make an effort to get there…

When did I feel most fully myself this week?

1. Blogging about the goofy side of life on my blog, Unfinished Rambler, especially things in our little town here in northcentral Pennsylvania, and also along the way, connecting with someone via Flickr about one of the topics, a radar installation up in the mountains, and learning more about its history. I plan on sharing more of that serious history here on this blog, because to be honest, it’s fascinating…well, at least to me.

2. Last night when my wife and I went out for a drink after I had gotten dinner at Subway and she had been at chorus. We were joined by one of the other chorus members, by name of Emily, and we sat at a table and enjoyed a drink called a Nervous Breakdown as we watched The Simpsons Movie on the TV there at the local hotel bar. Thanks for the dance, hon, Emily, Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, the rest of the gang and our bartender Kerrie Ann.

3. Right now as I write this, because even though I know I’m still procrastinating, I know as a freelance writer, that I’m not restricted by a 9 to 5 routine either.

Now the question for you is: “When did you feel most fully yourself and least yourself? Did you have someone to dance with?”

If you didn’t, well, then here: