I need a life that goes slower and where I can fit in time to blog. Blogging is one of my favorite things, and I never seem to be able to make the time to do it.
I'll share a poem (my friend Kat brought it to my attention) - for everyone who has ever lost a kitteh. I don't know if it's relevant at all to a non-cat owner, I can't imagine not having cats in my life without also imagining that I would long impatiently for the day when I could become a cat owner again.
On a Favourite Cat
by Randolph Stow
Your house was a palace, full of arcane nooks
to discover and rediscover; all your life
a long imperialist adventure, where
kingdoms bowed down to your triumphal tail.
How can a little marble dish, abraded
by a rough tongue, so shake the heart? The fall
of sparrows is not man's concern: I took
no thought of what must leave me for your grave.
Under the mirabelle tree in my godson's garden,
be earth's pet now. What can I do?--but wish you
a matriarchy of blackbirds to teach you peaceable manners
and a Malplaquet of a mansion, to stalk and explore for ever.
Changing themes completely ...
This is just so groaty:
It's a ring shaped like a stack of pancakes and also SCENTED. Ew ew ew. But since it's sold out since I first looked at it this morning, I guess I'm alone in my revulsion. Via popgadget.
It reminds me of that gross Barbie Dream House which smelled like vanilla, of all things. Because barbie is clearly a baker, right? (Don't think about how her plastic would melt if she ever got near a real oven.) And baker rhymes with home-maker! Nothing wrong with home-making per se but girls who look like Barbie don't usually end up as stay at home moms, they seem to end up more along the lines of, say, Paris Hilton or Britney Spears, depending on how much money and education they've got.