Thursday, November 22, 2012

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Georgia on my Mind

Georgia is safely ensconced in a bathroom in this small corner of the world.  She wraps paws around necks, licks and bites, and has been started on elk cannot introduce cats suddenly to unicorn's much too rich. She'll start on the elk, move up to ostrich, and then, by fits and starts, start supping on unicorn. She has shown a preference for a quiet, but woody Merlot with her elk, but will probably start on a Riesling for the ostrich.

Georgia is also on my mind in another way. I am hurting for a friend whose cat went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. Love doesn't hurt. Separation hurts...saying Goodbye hurts. Regret hurts. How can people think animals have no souls? If they had no souls, how could they be a part of ours?

The day is crisp and chill, and that lemony quality of the light is mutating into a paler tone. The leaves and grass are rimmed with frost and crunch under the feet, leaving dark footprints behind. The tips of the grass gleam with sunlight. It is a quiet, clean day, where one cat passes and one cat begins life the eternal round of the seasons in the world and this life.

Saturday, November 10, 2012


Ladies Night Out at Plantagenet Rose was a spectacular event...glitter and personalities everywhere!

Now, today, I am trying to foster a cat on death row from the local Angels of Assisi group. I met the lovely, said cat, Georgia yesterday at the local shelter. The people at the shelter were as kind as they could be. I think Georgia has the potential to be a unicorn meat eating cat. She intimated the same to me yesterday, whispering sweet nothings into my ears from behind the bars...let's hope the foster is successful. I should know by this afternoon.

And I have rediscovered another love from the wintertime. Traveling about on these bright days, reminds me of the stark fact of shadows...a stand of trees, white against the gold of the fields, throwing their shadows one against another. They are a brilliant relief for the eyes against the white winter sun...

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Ok, ok. So the writing the blog thing is becoming erratic. It's not that I want to stop; I'm not going to. I take it as a symbol of my reluctance to face the long, dark winter. Even if I love winter, I have to admit that reduced daylight sucks all the way around. Which problem will be addressed on Sunday evening, when all the clocks get turned back an hour.

This is so people who work can now go to work in the dark, as well as driving home in the dark. This is actually one of the Circles of Hell, if you must know. Once upon a time, I worked in a sewing factory, despite the fact that I could not sew. For exactly one month, I went to work in the dark, and came home at dim twilight...falling asleep on the way home (my Dad drove.) What a dismal month!

So my heart bleeds for those out there who do not get any exposure to sunlight during their working day...and will not, now that the time is changing.

Other than I am a bit more perked up. I get an immune system thingy after enough stress, and I had it in spades yesterday. It's a lot like getting the flu, without the vomiting. However, it was proceeded by a very good Halloween, and so I had something to reflect on whilst ill.