3 Gatas

My mind is slower and I just started running away.

I look at the mirror and I have changed. Leaner, meaner, faster...new yorkier? The miles gage (never upgraded to digital is starting to get dangerously high to the point where I might need to pull the trick where I crack the dashboard and run the wires with a drill. Pour some saw dust on the carburator. Super glue the fenders on the front and badonk. Bruce! Bruce! Bruce!

If we could move things with our minds would we start small or would it be the anger or frustration at a mountain that change things?

The story of the three cats is a famous mexican old wives tail (no it's not).
It's one that tells the story of three unique characters (where character here is what define a person and not a person itself). Alone they can stand on their own 2 (4?) legs and carry on and keep calm and get excited about balls of yarn or half eaten birds without need for entertainment. Put the three together in a box (or a bar) and the three are three kittens of the same litter.

And they say finance does not translate. Well the sum of the parts can be greater than the individual.

This is not management. I'm not taking about working teams or teamwork.

People that complement each other and that do things that individually would make the world cringe and internally make them hug, cry and laugh. A shared history - some call it childhood, some call it college - leaves people with an inexplicable filial bond. The kind that allows for murder and a cup of tea as you all cuddle up on a bed and look at the ceiling and talk about boys (girls?), the future, the insecurities.

I have a hard time keeping in touch. My friends know this. My acquaintances know this. The people I hate to have forgotten likely remember better than I do.

Of the top of my head JoanquiAbello, Silvia Hdez, Miriam something or other, Raymond DLS. Call this a brief list of nearly no one but a mark of a number of people that were my best friend for a period of anything between 6 weeks and 3.5 years.

And there are those who "talk" on the daily in the way only people in my generation (and admittedly, the younger generations as far as the younger generation has a cell phone although doesn't that get younger and younger with each passing day). Who share the latest sight, thought and breath with those they love. Can we learn that? Can they teach me?

My one hope is that I have the kind of elephantine memory (occasionally) and photographic ability to recall (mostly just the images in my AP Chemistry textbook from back in 2007) that allows me to pick up where I left off.

It's why when we digress in conversation I am the one that stores key words to help us jog back into the train of thought. I admit, sometimes we have to run and leap into the open train car door but we always get there.

So three cats sat. Mininas.