Pop

A bit of a five o’clock morning, but not a terrible one. I woke up a little after five, but it was after six hours of straight sleep. I needed that so badly.

I discovered that Pop had fallen asleep in his office. I could hear the snoring. Besides that, this would be the night that I leave only a little cat food on the plate. Well, how long has it been since I enjoyed such a continuous sleep?

After feeding the cats, I try to get another hour or two of sleep. After a couple of minutes, I decide that I should check on Pop. I shake him a little by the shoulder but he is really lost deep in his sleep, and I do not push it. However, I do notice that Pop has out on his desk a rather expensive new wallet, and it appears that he bought himself a pricey new wristwatch. It depresses me that he can be so vain and selfish like that. I imagine that Mother also felt some of this pain. However, I am not as bothered as I would have been even a few years ago. Now, I am just glad that he is still up and about; I don’t think we have a lot of this life left.

Humanizing C.S. Lewis

When most Christians think of C.S. Lewis, they probably picture a reserved Englishmen in a tweed suit with a pipe protruding from his lips. They may be surprised to find out he lived secretly with a woman for years. Or that he loved to drink. Or that he may have been, in the words of CNN’s John Blake, “so turned on by S&M that he once asked people at a party whether he could spank them.”

-- Jonathan Merritt at Religious News Service

Another Stranger Cat

At first, when I approached the kitchen door to look for Sammy, I was happy to see that some of the food had been eaten, thinking that Sammy must be here. I was a little worried because I had not seen Sammy all morning, and it was a very early morning. However, it was not Sammy that it had eaten the food. It was a white cat. Mostly white. About 90% white with some patches of tan coloring. It ran away as I stepped outside. It kind of looked like a rabbit.

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Pop

I made some biscuits for lunch. Pop was happy to have a couple. But after I finish eating, I go to the kitchen, and there is the strong, harsh sense of something burning. Pop put the biscuits in the toaster oven and set it to bake. I cannot imagine why, since the biscuits were perfectly cooked. He then seemed to forget about them, so that they are a nice charred black. He simply forgot about them. He said he was baking them because he likes them more toasty on the bottom. And his health is getting worse fast.

Home Life

The front lawn is greening. I guess I will have to take out the mower pretty soon. It is the middle of March, after all.

I also find myself wondering if we will be here at the end of summer. Pop may have to go to an old folks’ home, and I have no money or place. Is 2014 the end of the line for me: 1965-2014? Almost 50 years. I’d have no grounds to complain. It is young by today’s standards of the developed world, but it is probably more than I deserve. I feel sadder about the cats. They are still young, and they don't deserve this.

Jack

I overhear Pop talking to Jack over the phone. It sounds as though Jack truly is making a good run at that sandwich shop. He is going to be a manager. It looks like he has achieved a self-sustaining position, and not too soon, considering Pop's age and failing health. Of course, he has every chance of screwing this up, but although I do not know him at all anymore, I am inclined to think that he is much matured in his middle forties, and for a high-school dropout, the title 'manager' is probably something to be proud about.

Sugar Tweet

Hey, know that thing where you feel like a useless human-shaped blob of tissue with nothing to offer the world? What wine goes with that?

-- Sugar