Monday, February 26, 2018
Back from the Dead
I just erased today's post. There was nothing anyone would want to read in it. It had nothing fresh or new. Oh, there were lots of words, of course. Sometimes I fool myself and think I've said something. But I hadn't.
And then. . . just now. . . something happened. You may remember that I was enamored with a cat that would come and look into the house through the bottom pane of the kitchen door--old Black and White.
Well, Black and White disappeared. It hadn't shown up for weeks. I wondered about it until the neighbor told me her cat had gotten into a fight and had to be taken to the vet's. He fixed the cat up and said it would be o.k., but then it died of a heart attack. It was a black and white cat, she said. Oh, my. We grieved for old Black and White.
But just now, Black and White came to call. At first, I wasn't certain it was the same cat. But it was, Ili confirmed. Old Black and White back from the dead. A miracle, of sorts.
I've been in some sort of torpor. I did nothing but sleep all weekend. I think now I should come back from the dead, too. I'll take my inspiration from old Black and White.
I like today's picture. I don't know why, really, but if you look closely, the guy with the guitar is looking at the girl who just dropped the catsup/ketchup on her leg and laughing.