Some of us went to the annual Friends of the Library Book Sale yesterday. Here's an excerpt from one of the books I got:
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:
If you offer him pheasant, he would rather have grouse.
If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,
If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.
If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat,
If you set him on a rat, then he'd rather chase a mouse.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat -
And there isn't any call for me to shout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!
That's from T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, though Mr. Rum Tum Tugger doesn't sound very practical.
Speaking of cats, I dreamed last night that I held a sickly little kitten for a long time, and we just loved each other, and as time went on it got more energetic and healthy. I don't remember how that dream ended. I think it started playing around and went off to be with it's siblings again. I mostly remember how warm it felt to hold that little kitten.
Speaking of love and affection, I am continually grateful for the friends that I have and the support and freedom I find living in community. I was thinking of this while talking with some of the girls last night as I worried and they doled out their sage wisdom and unending support. What would I do otherwise?
Maybe that's the little kitten I held.
I'm also sad that I can't seem to feel the same way around my parents, but can find no way to blame them, so I wonder what stubbornness it is that keeps my mouth shut when I'm with them.
Speaking of . . . just kidding. I'm off to get a cup of coffee.
If you offer him pheasant, he would rather have grouse.
If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,
If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.
If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat,
If you set him on a rat, then he'd rather chase a mouse.
Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat -
And there isn't any call for me to shout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there's no doing anything about it!
That's from T.S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, though Mr. Rum Tum Tugger doesn't sound very practical.
Speaking of cats, I dreamed last night that I held a sickly little kitten for a long time, and we just loved each other, and as time went on it got more energetic and healthy. I don't remember how that dream ended. I think it started playing around and went off to be with it's siblings again. I mostly remember how warm it felt to hold that little kitten.
Speaking of love and affection, I am continually grateful for the friends that I have and the support and freedom I find living in community. I was thinking of this while talking with some of the girls last night as I worried and they doled out their sage wisdom and unending support. What would I do otherwise?
Maybe that's the little kitten I held.
I'm also sad that I can't seem to feel the same way around my parents, but can find no way to blame them, so I wonder what stubbornness it is that keeps my mouth shut when I'm with them.
Speaking of . . . just kidding. I'm off to get a cup of coffee.
