Tuesday, September 19, 2017
This Silver Lake wall on the way to work? After having been quiet and dull for a very long and disappointing time, it's burst out in color again. Somewhere in the occasional bursts of letters - "radical feelism." And sometimes I wish that I could get rid of my impulse to double-check by Googling, because my imagination around the phrase has been somewhat squashed by finding that it has an originator, Dallas Clayton, illustrator, writer of children's books, and muralist - is this wall by him? He believes that, yes, we should be in touch with our feelings. In any case, it certainly made me feel more cheerful, even en route to a shockingly over-crammed day.
Monday, September 18, 2017
A long, long teaching and admin day - and the admin part isn't over yet ... so this is to symbolize the value of having some tranquil things to gaze at en route, like this jug on a sitting room shelf in the morning sunlight. I'd love to be able to relate it to our excellent grad class discussion about archives and libraries ... but - unless one suggests that everything that one keeps is, in effect, an item in an archive, I can't quite make the leap ...
Sunday, September 17, 2017
With Walter Gomez safely 1,927 miles away (door-to-door, according to MapQuest), Moth (left) and LucyFur (right) can lounge about without anxiety ...
... at least, real, all-house integration has commenced. Here, they're actually only a couple of feet from each other - Moth on my sofa, Fur on my desk chair. There's been a little bit of hissing; one bark, or at least "woof" from Lucy - but they are much enjoying their reclamation of every bit of space. And I'm just super-happy to get uplifting updates from Minnesota - WG is having a great time, too, it would seem ...
Saturday, September 16, 2017
After the emotional intensity of the last couple of days (I don't recommend rehoming a beloved cat - however necessary that might be when it comes to feline tranquility and, indeed, safety - and even if he has a most loving new home with people who already spent this summer with him) - after that stress, and with a jaw aching from tooth-grinding, and a hurting head, I was so glad to come home to the tranquility of these little lights, sitting - thanks to Alice - in a vase in the dining room.
Friday, September 15, 2017
If one's taking a cat to Minneapolis, one might as well spend a day in the Minneapolis Institute of Art - fabulous works; fabulous and imaginative curation. Here are just a few highlights - a late C19th torchière;
Hecuba, looking desperate as ever (understandably);
some glass vases;
a mirror, a frame, a strange horned candelabra ...
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Walter cannot believe his good fortune. A whole house to himself? No Moth? No LucyFUR? His very own scratching post, kitty palace, a new catnip banana? TWO people who will tender to his every whim (aka our house sitters this summer). Squirrels outside the patio window!
Quite how I feel after flying a cat to Minnesota - LA traffic jam; having to take him out of his carrier and carry him through security screening (hint to anyone who needs it - in LAXT4, there's no separate kitty-screening room to go to if you're TSA-approved); pulling his little Sherpa bag through miles and miles of airports - let alone the heartbreakingness of taking him to a new home, even if his people already know him and love him to bits - I'll leave it to you to imagine. But after his savaging of both Moth and Lucy - their septic injuries; the fact of Moth nearly losing one of her pretty ears; Lucy's permanent air of aggrieved trauma; the segregation; the hissing under doors - devastatingly sad though this is for us, it is, I really think, a very happy outcome for him.