Hi readers. Thanks for coming by. Jeanne’s about to zoom away on her morning bicycle ride, trying to find something long sleeved to block something just this side of the morning chill. She says she had a lousy dream last night, dreamed Leonard Cohen died. Bummer.
I recall dreaming Al Jolson died sometime a few years ago, but the fact he’d been dead several decades already took the edge off it. Not a good dream, but better than when he actually did it. I was in grammar school at the time and it’s the first time someone I really liked died, I think. He had just come back from a USO tour visiting troops in Korea and went kerplunk. Lousier than dreaming about it.
Anyway, in spite of myself I’ve been allowing my mind to wander into Jeanne’s Library job postcard art project. http://librarymailart.wordpress.com/
Trying to think of something that could be forced down the throat of the post office as a post card and sent over there to be forced down their thoats disguised as art. I’m considering gluing a 78 rpm record to a 33 rpm LP, a 45 rpm single, and a CD and putting address and stamps on the whole shebang. Might do it yet if I can find the 78 and 33.
But I wanted to sneak around and tell you about cats, mostly. That cat documentary at the top got me thinking about Hydrox and might have given me a dream about Niaid last night, or maybe she was just saying hi. A lot better than dreaming about Al Jolson or Leonard Cohen.
Hydrox, by the way, is hanging in there, and I’m including him in my gratitude affirmations numerous times every day. Been spending portions of almost every night outdoors doing what cats do.
And I’m about to toodle off to physical therapy to do what old human guys do when they’re hanging in there day to day, including themselves in their own gratitude affirmations numerous times every day.