Lo (1,7) The Conventions of Marriage

After the disaster and fear of his failure to find a child prostitute, finding only a fat girl and almost getting beat up by a couple of thugs, Humbert Humbert decides that maybe he should follow a safer track in life and looks to get married.

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It occurred to me that regular hours, home-cooked meals, all the conventions of marriage, the prophylactic routine of its bedroom activities and, who knows, the eventual flowering of certain moral values, of certain spiritual substitutes, might help me, if not to purge myself of my degrading and dangerous desires, at least to keep them under pacific control.

-- “Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov

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Water Day

I really do not feel like watering today. But it is our regulated day and the hundred-degree days continue. Gotta do it. I could get on my knees and beg for a good storm.

Fuck, another bird kill!

Fuck, another bird kill! Damn that Sammy. I always seem to find one whenever I walk to that side of the house, the shed-side. At least he does not seem inclined to seriously eat into them, which if right, may spare his health. It is as though he just likes to keep up his kill-count.

"You don't even know if it was Sammy. You do have two other cats, you know. Not to mention the real possibility of stray cats coming into your yard and checking out the territory."

True, but I know my Sammy, and I'd be happy to bet and take your money.

"Hah, you don't have any money to bet with!"

Monk smiles. Lucky for you!

Sugar

Lately, I have been thinking again about trying to quit my Sugar habit, stalking her Twitter, but in checking her tweets this morning, I was led to her review of Paul McCartney's concert. I think she does music reviews best, that her heart is still into music more than anything else. And as I read her review, I realize that I am never going to stop checking out her work. She had me at "Cheers!".

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Cats

I am watering tonight, and while I am out front moving the hose, I see Sammy lying on the hood of the car, as cute as can be, and then I see Coco is lying on the roof of the car, which is even cuter. Ash is there too, but she is mulling around on the driveway, and comes to the gate to greet me. It is the sort of moment when I deeply feel glad to be alive.

"You know, they may be there because of your watering. You know how much they love to watch the sprinkler, like it's a scenic water fountain."

Yes, that's probably it. And there's a good chance of seeing some birds, too.

:D

Daily Fun

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