Strangers
There are times when my cat friend can’t get enough of me. But there are other times, when the madness is upon her, that she looks at me as if to say, “Who are you? How did you get in here?” I take it as it comes.
reflections
Time travel
It’s uncanny, this place I go. The stone exterior and the big, rustic beams inside. Real beams, not decorative. WPA-era stuff. The burgundy carpet and the pine panel walls, the buffalo head above the fireplace. The soundtrack. 100% vintage jazz. Deano and Mel, Julie and Peggy and Satch. I’d be satisfied to sit in the […]
The usual muffin
A text sent this morning reads as follows: “At the usual place with the usual coffee and the usual muffin.” Not complaining, you understand, but rejoicing (quietly) in the continuity of familiar things. Acadia’s enthusiasm for well-worn paths is contagious, I’ve noticed, as when it’s time for her to drink from the bathroom faucet (during my showers), […]