Daddy, come help me. I’m stuck.
This is a regular game in our house. All members play. Getting stuck does not mean someone fell into a pot of glue. No, we haven’t been wearing Velcro shoes. No one has been duct taped to a wall. Not yet anyway. We get stuck with animals.
Here’s what happens. One of us will be sitting and reading or watching a video. Inevitably that someone will be cozy. Next thing you know, they’re stuck. It happens pretty quickly and cutely. It happens in blur of fur and purring.
An animal, most frequently a cat and usually the kitten, will demand attention. They love to snuggle up on our laps. Once an animal is there? Stuck. Yup. No moving. Why not?
You can’t disturb the animal. When an animal is asleep on your lap, you’re no longer human. You’re furniture. Don’t move. You’re stuck. No water. No food. No changing the channel or answering the phone. Need to deliver a giant mudslide of turds to the porcelain pot? Not happening. You’re stuck.
Funny thing about being stuck under an animal. Eventually they get bored. Or hungry. Or want to go and guard the window from the back of the sofa. They’re busy. They eventually get up and move on. The things that keep us stuck eventually work themselves out if we let them. This is true well beyond animals.
We like being stuck around these parts. Sometimes we get ourselves stuck for a rest, for some soothing snuggling and numbing out to some weirdo on youtube. Stuck is pretty functional when we choose to go there.
Where and when do you find yourself stuck and loving it?
When do you choose to get stuck?
How do you sooth yourself with stuckness?
I get stuck in problems. Since I like to think, this is a good time.
My favourite chair is an Adirondack next to my favourite lake. It's made by a local company called Zwickers. It's a pretty perfect design and you can get an ottoman as well. Your butt sinks in a hollow and getting up can be close to becoming unstuck. I can't think of a better time being stuck. Add a book and a beverage. Perfection.