The Council of Dark Root: Armand.
A bad moon rises.
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November 18, 2014
November 14, 2014
My Existential Cat
I think my cat has a serious case of existential dread. He just lies on his bench all day, staring out the window, meowing occasionally and passionlessly from time to time.
Once in a while he'll wander over to his Meow Mix, stare at me for a long accusing minute, then flop himself down on the floor as if he better get started, the Meow Mix isn't going to eat itself.
And he hardly looked at the Christmas decorations at all this year. Not even a passing paw swipe at the ornament hanging just within his reach.
Do you think cats ask themselves: What is the meaning of all of this? If I cease to exist will the Meow Mix still flow without me? And what happens when I get through my 9th life?
Me and my cat curl up for a Gilmore Girls binge, me nibbling on Dark Hershey's Kisses, and him with some left over string cheese, to contemplate our co-existence.
"Is this as good as it gets?" he seems to ask with his large, sad eyes.
"Yep buddy. We all want a bowl full of food, a quiet place to nap, and a clean litter box. But once we get those, we aren't sure what we want."
Such is life, little kitty. Such is life.
Once in a while he'll wander over to his Meow Mix, stare at me for a long accusing minute, then flop himself down on the floor as if he better get started, the Meow Mix isn't going to eat itself.
And he hardly looked at the Christmas decorations at all this year. Not even a passing paw swipe at the ornament hanging just within his reach.
Do you think cats ask themselves: What is the meaning of all of this? If I cease to exist will the Meow Mix still flow without me? And what happens when I get through my 9th life?
Me and my cat curl up for a Gilmore Girls binge, me nibbling on Dark Hershey's Kisses, and him with some left over string cheese, to contemplate our co-existence.
"Is this as good as it gets?" he seems to ask with his large, sad eyes.
"Yep buddy. We all want a bowl full of food, a quiet place to nap, and a clean litter box. But once we get those, we aren't sure what we want."
Such is life, little kitty. Such is life.
November 13, 2014
Into the Good Night
Well, I decided to quit my writing/critique group. Not because they aren't wonderful people and awesome at helping me, but because it was just time. I'm so busy now I barely have time to cut my toenails let alone give anyone constructive feedback on their novels.
Its always hard to say goodnight, but goodnights come. And those are the things that dreams are made of. Or something metaphorically brilliant like that.
At any rate, I have one more meeting in December. These people are my friends and good friends are hard to leave behind. But new things are on the horizon and I'm ready to embrace them.
Its always hard to say goodnight, but goodnights come. And those are the things that dreams are made of. Or something metaphorically brilliant like that.
At any rate, I have one more meeting in December. These people are my friends and good friends are hard to leave behind. But new things are on the horizon and I'm ready to embrace them.
November 12, 2014
Ringing In the Holiday Season
The holiday season is officially upon us. I know because I saw Kohl's all decorated up and that's my cue to go!
We put up our lights outside already. Yes. We are those people. The first on the block to put them up. And most likely the last to take them down. Shawn put up the Christmas tree, and a few strands of lights with hardly any twinklings missing. What he missed in lights he made up for in tinsel so all is well.
Our cat has been eyeing the tree, nibbling on the ends to get a taste. The bottom branches aren't really to his liking so he has his eyes set on the top. That's where all the really good branches are, even if the tree is fake.
Aside from all the decorating hullabaloo I'm a little down this year. I have some family stuff that isn't quite what it should be. But the holidays are a time of magic and if anything can heal wounds its Santa Claus.
Now to cozy in and eat cookies and gain ten pounds that I'm sure I'll regret come January.
We put up our lights outside already. Yes. We are those people. The first on the block to put them up. And most likely the last to take them down. Shawn put up the Christmas tree, and a few strands of lights with hardly any twinklings missing. What he missed in lights he made up for in tinsel so all is well.
Our cat has been eyeing the tree, nibbling on the ends to get a taste. The bottom branches aren't really to his liking so he has his eyes set on the top. That's where all the really good branches are, even if the tree is fake.
Aside from all the decorating hullabaloo I'm a little down this year. I have some family stuff that isn't quite what it should be. But the holidays are a time of magic and if anything can heal wounds its Santa Claus.
Now to cozy in and eat cookies and gain ten pounds that I'm sure I'll regret come January.
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