It's nearly Summer and the skull picture has gone into hibernation. Please welcome Mister Puffy Cat. She's the cutest, sweetest kitty ever! In the three years we've know each other we've managed to refine a mutually beneficial relationship: I keep her apartment clean and pay the rent, and she lets me live here. We tried making a rule requiring all kitties to stay off the kitchen counters, but as you can see, the new rule is that I must keep the kitchen counter clear of all nonessential, non-kitty items. We're still working the kinks out of the proposed "yes, it's ok for the food dish to be empty longer than twelve seconds" rule.
Using binoculars and looking out that kitchen window behind Mister Puffy Cat, you can see one headstone in the local cemetery: James K. McAinsh (1890-1936). That's all the headstone says. I have no idea who he was, but I think about him every day - a digital photo of his headstone constitutes the background image on my computer's desktop. Someday I will go to the library and try to find his obituary. If I'm lucky, I may even find a picture of Mr. McAinsh. It'd be great to be able to put a face with the name.
So now you've been introduced to two of the enduring stalwarts of my daily life. Lest you get the wrong idea, I have several friends who are not kitties and not dead... I do however suffer from that great loneliness shared by all of us who are lacking a someone-else-you-forget-isn't-yourself. You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
Today was my first tennis class! The courts are walking-distance from my apartment (about half way between here and the cemetery...), so it's very convenient. There are about 20 people in the class and even though I'm a beginner, I'm not the suckiest one in the group... The instructor is awesome! In our first class she taught us four different ways to pick a tennis ball up off the court and look cool doing it!
Blarg!
Using binoculars and looking out that kitchen window behind Mister Puffy Cat, you can see one headstone in the local cemetery: James K. McAinsh (1890-1936). That's all the headstone says. I have no idea who he was, but I think about him every day - a digital photo of his headstone constitutes the background image on my computer's desktop. Someday I will go to the library and try to find his obituary. If I'm lucky, I may even find a picture of Mr. McAinsh. It'd be great to be able to put a face with the name.
So now you've been introduced to two of the enduring stalwarts of my daily life. Lest you get the wrong idea, I have several friends who are not kitties and not dead... I do however suffer from that great loneliness shared by all of us who are lacking a someone-else-you-forget-isn't-yourself. You know what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
Today was my first tennis class! The courts are walking-distance from my apartment (about half way between here and the cemetery...), so it's very convenient. There are about 20 people in the class and even though I'm a beginner, I'm not the suckiest one in the group... The instructor is awesome! In our first class she taught us four different ways to pick a tennis ball up off the court and look cool doing it!
Blarg!
I will think on this all day. The Hindus say intention IS action, so this complicates things, ideologically for me... I got your email, and yes I would LOVE to talk more about all that... I've been a bit tight on time, trying to get to work, the 72 hour hell shift. I will write back very soon, as soon as I can.