76. Of Mice and Moles

Five days earlier my wife had laughed at me for believing the cat understood my instructions to catch moles rather than mice.  When I got home that day two dead moles rested eternally on the deck.  Normally I would have buried them immediately.  Instead I opened a can of tuna for the cat. “You are the best!” I said. I could see in his eyes he knew what I was saying.

I wrote a note for my wife: ‘Ain’t it nice, caught two moles, and no mice?’ Signed it, “Kitty” and drew a paw print. I made two tiny cardboard grave markers with the names ‘Ima Mole’ and ‘Ken Was-Wright’

Blondie asked me why I was putting so much effort into two dead rodents.  I told her celebrating the little things helped me stay sober. “Gloating over a coincidence is part of your recovery?” Blondie asked.

“Don’t you have homework to do?” I answered.

Life may be tough today, but I will be grateful for little things that go my way.