Sunday Morning

Thunder! It woke me up and got me out of bed a little before six. Coco and Ash were more than ready to come inside. Sammy, I'm afraid is caught out in it. This is usually is prowling time. It actually hasn't started raining yet. Just thunder and a lot of wind, for the moment.

Ash

Whoa, Ash is having one of her hacking dry-heaves attack. It has been a long time since she was bothered by it, since maybe last summer.

The Natural World

Reticulated Giraffe at sunset by Rainbirder on Flickr.

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Elephant Ears

That rain never did come. We got everything but the rain itself. I am tempted to say I even got wet. We were that close to it. But I don't think one drop made it to the ground.

I started watering the elephant ears this morning. I saw a few sprouting out already. Watering them is not something I look forward to, but I do appreciate the green blush of life. Life is a struggle in these parts, and it can feel like one just barely comes alive to die.

Banshee

The season finale of “Banshee”?!? What, was that only six shows this season? No wonder there wasn’t a big wind-down: the last three episodes, the last two episodes. It’s such a ridiculous show, but hot naked bitches and lots of violence is a strong formula, especially in a place and era when the entertainment is very bland and blah.

Neighbor Dog

The neighbor dog howls. I imagine he is suffering heartbreaking loneliness. I go out and snack him up, but he needs some serious petting and companionship. I suppose we are both condemned to live our lives starved for friendship and love.

Pop

Pop has left for a night or two for a stayover at Kay’s. It’s not the weekend, but I’ll take it. Actually, I wonder if he is staying elsewhere, and just used Kay’s name. Or maybe it just bothers me that nobody seems to like good, stable routines. But like I said, I’ll take what I can get. Though, I kind of blew the day with a wankathon in my room, and now I just feel like sleeping all day.

"Believe"

I think I’m going to have to stop believing on “Believe”. It’s too cute. I think the target audience must be families with little children of ages seven to twelve.

Edmund Burke

Burke, unsurprisingly, being one of the foremost critics of the French revolution, did not regard highly the intellectual and spiritual father of that revolution, Jean-Jacques Rousseau. He called Rousseau, “the insane Socrates of the National Assembly” and “a philosophic instructor of the ethics of vanity”.

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“He melts with tenderness for those only who touch him by the remotest relation, and then, without any natural pang, casts away, as a sort of offal and excrement, the spawn of his disgusting amours, and sends his children to the hospital of foundlings.”

-- Edmund Burke

[Source: Jesse Norman, “Edmund Burke”]

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Whitey

Whitey is crying out front again. I chase it away, with my baseball bat in hand, which I don’t even really need. I feel dreadfully sorry for the cat. Moreover, this cat is perhaps even lovelier than Orangey, though unlike Orangey, I am pretty sure that she is feral. I suspect it really is starving to death. Nevertheless, she needs to expend her energy looking elsewhere for food. I am not going to give in.

Class

I was watching on TV a little crime-thriller called “Restraint” (2008). A young couple, who are lower-class and living a little too fast, are on the run from the law. They have a couple of dead bodies on their tab. Very rough. They happen to find a hide-out at an agoraphobic’s huge house out in the country. He is rich. Our tough couple has its fun with him, and they decide to help him clear out his bank account. The gal, a sexy creature naturally, has to pose as his old girlfriend at the bank to get the money. She is very nervous about it. She has to pose as a rich, cultured young lady, and she knows nothing of that lot. She was a stripper. The rich guy helps to coach her on how to act. I just really like his direction to her. He says, “Class is an attitude. It’s not about you. Why don’t you imagine that everyone you meet is younger than you are, like twelve-years-old. Everyone you meet knows less about the world than you do.” I thought that captures it well. I thought that helps to explain Sugar.