Ginger isn’t as pliable, as needy as Zen is. Although Ginger must walk like other cats from place to place I often think of her as floating, or drifting, appearing again on the horizon. Just out of reach. A mirage, even.
Sometimes I will look down from where I sit to find Ginger looking at me. The look has more weight to it; I give it weight. She doesn’t seem particularly curious about my motives, but she observes. She notices.
Tonight Ginger fell asleep near me on the sofa and her paws, all four, and her face too, everything was all at once in action. Twitching, pulsing. Fascinated, I watched her dreams of inhabiting a younger set of bones and tendons. Her back paws curled up as if she tensed to launch. I pictured her on a night-drenched mesa, stalking the scent of lizard.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Incandescent” by Astronoid.
An extra-long but thoroughly rewarding day at work ended with an impromptu dinner date with FunkyPlaid. We drove across the Burnside Bridge and marveled at the dreamlike dusk.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Happy Idiot” by TV on the Radio, a favorite song from a favorite band. When I hear their music, I feel calm and focused and energized all at once.
Sometimes all I have time for is a few folds of origami practice. Tonight I was attempting a complex form but ended up practicing rabbit-ear folds. Not very photogenic, but it’s good to remind myself that learning new things takes time, patience, and many failed attempts.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: an episode of “Prison Break” in the background.
It’s always cat o’clock when I get home from work.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: the creaks and groans of this old house.
Sometimes the Internet pacifies my laziness in a great way. FunkyPlaid and I were hunger-yawning by the time we got to Eugene so I asked my Pocket Computer for nearby food options and it told me about Cornbread Café. Turns out this place is a vegan diner! Check out the darling decor. I enjoyed my Eggfu Benedict, especially the cashew hollandaise, although the tofu “egg” was a bit texturally weird for me.
Writing from: my study. Listening to “Cranes” by Tigue.