Phone guy

Phone guy. AT&T. After giving him the 'okay' to enter our back yard, I rushed to the kitchen sliding-door. Coco and Ash were on the patio. I kept the door open, and when the cats heard someone coming, they scrammed inside. We did it right, this morning.

Sammy has been spending his mornings elsewhere lately. Which disappoints me. I loved to watch him dozing and stretching his long feline body on the picnic table.

It had been a long time since a phone or cable guy had to do some work in our back yard. Some time ago, it seemed like we could count on hearing from them at least a couple of times a week, and that this was just a condition of home life.

I hate to detract from the cats' sense of security that they have in our back yard, but it cannot be helped. One can only hope that these intrusions will continue to be fairly rare, at least as rare as the rain.

the blogging routine

Despite the little revival in my e-life, thanks to Miss Fox and Miss Courtezan, I felt serious doubts this morning about settling into my routine of doing my blogging rounds first, immediately after pulling myself up from bed, as though it is important and pressing business. I was thinking that I would prefer reading Thomas Mann’s “Tonio Kroger”, and, more generally, that reading more quality literature would be a better use of my time and meager energies, rather than religiously going over the disposable daily news and human-interest amusements.

This is doubtlessly also a reaction to the blogging routine I have recently fallen into. I became a little addicted to using LJ’s queuing of posts, and I have been assiduously filling my little time slots days in advance. It has become something of a job for me, and aside from being unpaid work, notwithstanding Miss Fox’s and Miss Courtezan’s little pleasant comments, it is not like there is a lot of interest and enthusiasm in what I am putting out. And, worse yet, my posts are giving me that empty feeling, as they consist mostly of copypasta with much too little of my own soul mixed in the stew of news and current events. I am feeling too old to use my dwindling time like this.

So, I think I am going to cool it, instead of feeling obligated to put up four texty and two picture posts per day, I am going to slow it down and feel my way anew. I want to focus on the question: what feels good to me? What feels as though it is nourishing my soul rather than suffocating it?

for Vic's upcoming visit

Pop is obviously serious now about his cleaning and dusting for Vic's upcoming visit. I cannot blame him, even though it bugs me: his being in my face more, and all the heavy smells of cleaners and sprays in my nose. The big arrival is only a couple of weeks away. And I guess I need to start hitting the floors with a little more zeal.