My first instinct is to call 2016 a terrible year. Trump won. But on a personal level it was pretty good. First, the bad: Our beloved dog Jaxx died. Our beloved cat Mafalda died. I can't think of anything else as bad or worse. So, the good: I sold my book to Chicago Review Press. My tenure… Continue reading Looking back on 2016
This morning Allie went to the store and I cleaned the house. She came home with bags of food and stuff to drink and toys for the animals. I pulled out a cat stick and tortured Squeek. He needs to lose weight. I took Skritch for a long walk and Allie and I munched olives… Continue reading Cozy Christmas Eve
I've often wondered what it would be like if we still had tails. Would we cover them like we cover our genitals and butts, and like women cover their breasts? What if they were prehensile? What if they were useful for opening doors and and hanging from trees? Would we still cover them? Would they still… Continue reading Tails
After a week the sun finally appeared. Allie is out watching Skritch and I'm in here avoiding my Statement of Purpose. Jazz is curled up on the ottoman, baby on the couch. I'll boil three eggs and eat, and then I'll take Skritch out for another walk myself.
Gray gray day today. I picked up Mafalda's ashes, ordered french fries at the McDonald's drive thru, printed stuff at the office, mailed a knitted baby beanie, bought drugs and food, and hurried back inside where the lamplight burns back the gray.
We came home from Argentina with a copy of Sudamerica, o el Regresso a la Aurora, by Arco Iris. That's someone else's photo. It cost us $100 and we bought it from a guy who sells records out of his apartment. We had to ring a bell at the front door and he came down… Continue reading Arco Iris