My daughter is in the middle of moving and she just sent me this snapshot of something she unearthed in the process. This is a collage I made from torn paper back in 1978, and it shows my daughter with her/our cat ... long dead (cat, not daughter) ... I had forgotten this cat. But my new kitten, Lulu, is almost identical. Not that it couldn't be argued that if you seen one black cat you've seen 'em all.
Here's Lulu yesterday, on a hot day, lying on her back on a wicker couch on the porch
Actually, of course, I see now that Lulu has a white beard and feet; and the earlier cat...whose name was Sebastian...was completely black.
After a hot weekend and some good company (and thanks to Betsy, who went home and emailed me a rhubarb cake recipe when she saw that I had some leftover rhubarb here. I just made it, and just tasted it Yum.) it was cloudy and cooler today, and I was at my desk all day long. I had typed page 410 when I quit for today. Each time I stop work, it is with questions in my mind...plot things...and I find that overnight I think about those things, partly subconsciously...and often the solutions to them appear in the morning.
In the past, I have found that sometimes, before going to sleep...or on waking...I willhave a thought, only to find later that I can't remember it...only that I HAD it; not a clue what it WAS. So now I have put pen and paper beside my bed and have been sometimes making notes. I live in fear that I will die in my sleep and someone will try to make sense of those notes.
One says: She is embarrassed by her feet.
I write these middle-of-the-night notes too, but I've never really thought about what someone else would think on finding them. My recent ones say things like "Lara should feel more." Feel more what? Who is Lara? Ah well, whoever finds them will just have to wonder.
Posted by: Juliana | July 19, 2011 at 06:38 AM
I can't wait until school starts up in September to share this post with my students. They always laugh when I saw ideas come at the least convenient times!
Posted by: T. Crockett | July 23, 2011 at 04:56 PM
I'm delighted that you like the rhubarb cake! I gave Betsy the recipe and am honored to see it mentioned on your blog.
I have a young black cat with white feet and moustache, O'Malley. She retrieves. She might prefer a dog to the two cats she shares the house with.
Posted by: Dinah | July 28, 2011 at 12:53 PM
Yes, I should have given full credit to the recipe's origin. Thank you, Dinah!
Posted by: Lois Lowry | July 28, 2011 at 01:00 PM