rssOverhead, in contrast to the terrestrial stillness, the sky flowed steadily away, like one man's floating fragile life blows across the constant of life itself, to vanish into the unknown. - Ellis Peters
Everyday life
2008, January 25
Thank you my little calico
My little calico ballerina, Itsy Bitsy
When I brought Itsy Bitsy home from the SPCA in June 1993, she was tiny. She fit in one hand. She was about 3 months old, but had not had enough to eat. She set about fixing that right away. She ate and ate, and doubled her weight in about 2 weeks. A real calico, she immediately made up her mind that I belonged to her and none other, and for nearly fifteen years she followed me from room to room and slept on my bed. I heard from her baby sitters that if I was gone for a few days, she sat near the door waiting. I know that when I had a long work day, she was always waiting near the door when I arrived home.
Four years ago, when two new kittens arrived on the scene, she let her displeasure be known. But over about a year she came to tolerate them and even let Baby Jane sleep near her on the blanket in my office. She shared my bed at night with both the younger cats. She made a much better adjustment to sharing her home than I ever expected.
She was never a roamer or explorer. She occasionally went onto the porch to survey the garden, but she never got far from the open door. And the door must be open; if it closed, she came immediately and demanded to be let in.
Now she is gone. After a short but severe illness, she has left me behind and the house seems very empty.
I thank her for sharing her life with me. I miss her and I hope she will always have a warm bed in a warm room with a sunny window.
In the sun |
On the porch |
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In the library |
Waiting |
2008, January 07
January storm
January 4 from Earth, from Space
From Space it looked like this
From here it looked like this, Sunset after the storm.
2007, November 23
Emily's Horse
The horse of a friend.
My daughter has a friend, Emily, who has a horse. She loves to ride.
After a ride, the horse loves to roll in the sand.
2007, August 15
Ingmar Bergman 1918 - 2007
Ingmar Bergman died July 30, 2007.
Yesterday I learned of Bergman's death.
This morning I awoke from a dream of a funeral, a funeral where there were no people. There was a great crypt, with a stone rolled away from the mouth, and inside many aisles, and a special aisle for the Brotherhood.
He is a part of that Brotherhood of artists who have touched me, somehow changed what I value, how I see myself, the world outside and how I live. Each of us will have a group of our own, the artists who have spoken to us in a special way.
His film 'Seventh Seal' made a very great impression on me when I was young. The image of Death leading the dancers, the jester and his visions, had a strong emotional impact, seemed to speak to me personally and gave me a message about life and death.
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