From Dawn to Dusk... the journal |
Monday, March 18, 2002 * the question... I was reading yesterday and the writer said that at the age of six she pinched her friend hard and said, "how can you be? ... and not be me?" Such an insightful question for a six year old. I don't think I wondered that until at least nine... Perhaps we all think about it, but just keep it to ourselves... It kind of sneaks up on me while sitting at a red light when my eyes wonder over to the other drivers and passengers in the cars around me. I wonder where they're going and what their lives must be like... and in a brief moment I'm very aware that I can never know. It's been one of those dreary dark rainy days. Could be the middle of Winter instead of the beginning of Spring. We've had to put the heater back on just to take off the chill even though it isn't terribly cold, just damp. The cats want to go out. I took this picture of Rose looking longingly out the window after making repeated trips to the door trying to make us "dense" humans understand that she wants out. We understand. She doesn't. The kitchen floor was just mopped and I'll not have them dragging their wet muddy feet in and out... at least for a day or two... after that, I'll relent. Rose in the windowseat looking longingly out at the damp garden... and the birds in the feeder. Rian |
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