Neener Neener

The cat takes advantage of the dogs “early to bed” routine, knowing they are far too sleepy to give chase.

scuff relaxes

Surprise! the other cat decides to do the same. That’s a big old Neener Neener coming from both cats, you’d hear it if this was video.

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Could substitute e-mail

“Your letter gave me more delight than any thing in the world but yourself could do; indeed I am almost astonished that any absent one should have that luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you, I receive your influence and a tenderer nature steeling upon me.”

—POET JOHN KEATS, IN AN 1819 LETTER TO HIS BELOVED, FANNY BRAWNE, TWO YEARS BEFORE HE DIED AT THE AGE OF 25, STILL LARGELY UNKNOWN

When you were first online, did you have email romances? I did. For a couple of years. They were exciting to the point that I would check for mail obsessively. Click. Check. Click. Check. Seconds apart, not even waiting for the minute.

One of them developed into a five year fling that ended (I’m not making this up) because I didn’t want to commit to anything. That five years encompassed a divorce, as it did for my penpal, but I was not ready to get married again, and at the time was NEVER going to remarry.

But things change! Feelings always change. At least mine do. My feelings are never static, and what I hated once may not even raise my hackles now – and what once made me pant with lust (for example, my five year friend) delivers no charge today.

And I’ve remarried.

Uniquely Moi

HowManyOfMe.com
Logo There is:
1
person with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

I realize this is vaguely lame, yet here it is, blogged by me.
Yeah, need another glass of wine.

I’m drinking a nice little inexpensive Hahn ’04 Pinot Noir and eating home grown tomatoes (not grown by me, of course or they’d be inedible) and snacky Hot Punjabi Mix for dinner. The mix is is a hot (obviously) Indian vegetarian mix consisting mostly of garbanzos and things made with garbanzo flour shaped into … things. And some raisins, peanuts, and various other sundry assorted foodstuffs coated liberally with chili powder. It’s quite good, but has overpowered the hell out of my benign little Pinot.

And then again

I looked through catalogs last night and found all SORTS of things I’d like to buy for people. And even more I’d like to buy for myself. God. I am so susceptible to advertising it’s not even funny. If I don’t keep it in check I am the most acquisitive person on the planet. Some day I will write about the pain that causes internally for my zen child.

I went to a charity rating website and they only gave Heifer a 3 out of 4 due to admin costs. It wasn’t bad, but apparently there are other more worthy, if less outwardly pleasing, places I could donate my money. Dammit.

I still like the idea of buying a cow.