Month: May 2014

You thought I was going to say bad, didn’t you! Yesterday I did a ton of errands and no-fun tasks, and I just finished working on my book proposal, so for the rest of the day I can goof off. I’m going to go out for a long walk.

Before I forget, my book Imperfect Harmony: Finding Happiness Singing With Others is on sale at the Kindle Store. Only $2.99! While supplies last! Haha. Little joke there. Oh wait, now it says the price is $2.51. Even better.

I took this while sitting out in front of the laundromat, waiting for my laundry to dry. There are actually four dogs being walked here. You can see better in the next shot.

I like how she has ordered them by size, smallest to largest.

I just realized I haven’t spent the day just walking around taking pictures in like, forever. It’s my favorite thing. Except I should do the laundry. And work on my book proposal

I took the picture below on 11th Street, on my way to choir practice. The blossoms have begun to fall, something so pleasing to walk through I wrote about in my singing book.

“I’ve become intimately acquainted with the changing seasons on 11th Street. For instance, there’s a stretch where for a brief time during the spring the cherry blossoms are so abundant and so lush they make a big, fat, fluffy white and pink canopy that stretches from sidewalk to sidewalk. It’s a dazzling display. The best part however, is when the petals begin to fall. It makes me wish New York City were car-free. I want to be able to walk down the center of the street like I’m in the middle of my own botanical ticker-tape parade. I’d raise my arms to the skies and twirl around in this confetti-like explosion of renewal and possibility and pretend it’s all for me.”

This morning I was thinking about what kind of cat I will need to look for when the sad day comes and Finney, my fur-monster, dies. He’s 13, and not in the best of health. He’s also a little senile, and from time to time he gets instantly mad, out the blue, and then he bites or swats me.

The thing is, Bleeck is such a terror and loves to play hard. I need to find a cat who can keep up with him and also get along with him. I miss having two cats who love each other and curl up together when they are not killing each other.

You know who I remind myself of? The character Catherine Deneuve plays in the movie The Hunger. She has eternal youth and life, and as her boyfriends age she has to keep replacing them. (Except in the movie it’s a little more complicated and horrible. She’s able to give the men eternal life but not eternal youth so when they age and become completely decrepit she puts them away in boxes in the attic.)

I have to keep replacing the cats I outlive. Except, I will never ever forget how after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer my mother said it looked like she was probably going to need to replace her cat pretty soon. The cat was very old and she’d only just been diagnosed. It was reasonable for her to hope and plan on outliving her cat. She didn’t. She died five weeks later and her cat was adopted by my brother Douglas and his wife Robin. One of these days my cats will outlive me. It could be that guy in the back for all I know.

Well! That was a cheery post, wasn’t it?