Good bye Little Boy...

I'll never for get the last day I saw him, sitting at the base of the garden in the morning, investigating a suspicious mole hole in great seriousness. Then later, I spied him lounging at the foot of the old star jasmine, propped up against a mass of vines, surveying our half acre sweep with an distinguished air. I remember what I thought too..."He's such a magnificent cat, with that proud mastiff head...how I'll love to visit with him in the summer..."

I anticipated the feeling of him being part of our lives rather keenly that day...but just like that, he was gone though we didn't know it at the time, his demise was doefully documented in a chance email. Turns out that the end was terribly predictable... he was committed to the asphalt, slain by a motorist.

Groovin' on a Sunday Afternoon

I read a wonderful online review of the book Making a Literary Life by Carolyn See. I remember when this book first came out in hard cover and I heard a radio review. Then later, I read a review about this treatise with the tantalizing title (tantalizing I guess only to those who want to make their life literary!). I wanted a literary life as an alternative to the very non-artsy life I was leading...and of course like any person who fantasies about what they don't have, I imagined that the book's very purchase would have shown me, quite clearly, the formula...the easy to follow steps to become that interesting, well-written and articulate writer.

Well, I never bought the book. And I still lead a rather artless, pedestrian life. But the review inspired me to try to write 1,000 words a day and not just stupid, insipid lines about how nice the weather is for February or how much I hate George Bush this week. I'll set up a separate site for this...and excerpt the best parts of it here, at Passiams Lodge.