Haiku 31+26=57 in These titles mean nothing.

Nine orange pussy cats
While furry, purry and and fun
Are way too many

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Don’t worry. I don’t have nine orange purry cats. That was just fiction. Isacat caught her tail on fire helping me cook the other night. I grabbed it and waved it and put it out. It happened pretty quickly and I’m not sure she was aware of it happening.

The new cat Skippy seems to be male - which is good because that means he won’t have kittens… directly, anyway. He’s gotten over his limp and he is around a lot more but I would not say he’s friendly yet.

Stripey Butt and the Black Cat alias Bear are both really pretty cats and they don’t make a lot of trouble. I should work on some photos.

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It’s warming up. The snow is disappearing. The days are getting longer. I have plenty of time for an evening walk but little ambition.

I should get my little walk around radio going again. It needs batteries and earphones.... at least. When I was a serious walker - lo, the years ago - I always had a radio with access to Wisconsin Public Radio.

Back in the old days, when I did my 5.5 mile loop pretty frequently I would wait for the top of Joana’s hill to start the list of people (and things) that I wanted God to take care of for me. Sometimes I would wait to get there and then forget to do it. I’ve always lacked discipline. Not totally but partially.

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Checking out the obits today I came across a woman whose list of interests and accomplishments began with ‘tanning’ . Ended with ‘shopping’. There were a few in between but they were less interesting.

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I’m enjoying T.C. Boyle’s novel The Women about Frank Lloyd Wright’s second and third wives (so far). It’s partly written in first person by a Japanese architect who was part of the Taliesin crew. It also has parts written from the viewpoints of the women.

The woman who was reading Out, the Japanese factory women/career change thriller, gave it back to me today. She’d finished it. She had a smile, said it was different and the ending surprised her.

It’s nice to be able to share a book with someone. She’s read a Wambaugh book earlier. Daughteriinlaw Deb has Harpsong. I’ll have to see what she thinks of it.

Funny how different those three books are. How writers and books can bring such clear pictures of the wide world and the sweep of time to us.

Here’s a link if anyone wants one.

Keep in mind we get an extra day this year. Right at the end of February, just at the perfect time of year. Why not June? Anyone know? Every four years June could have 31 days, couldn’t it?

Happy weekend, everyone.