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24 September 2003 (Wednesday): fly-by

There's a cat in my laundry.

My favorite season, autumn. It's a good time for noticing.

The line between laughing and crying is so thin these days. So much being open. Too much?

Morning becomes midday, midday becomes dusk. Time doesn't let you hold on to anything. In two weeks I'll be a quarter century old.

A thought: can becomes easy when it's disguised as must.

posted by enjelani @ 07:05 AM PST

Replies: 4 comments

Yes, Yes - the Quarter Century Club. I recall the pain of my membership was exceeded only by admission into to the Third [of a] Century Club - that's when the pain seems to become constant: Sore muscles from really minor workouts, sore legs after just one or two full days if skiing, bits and pieces of your body breaking and trying to fall off when you try to relive your ill-spent 20s by dusting off the old mountain bike ...

Dudette, I don't want to see any sad faces about turning 25: 0.25C to 0.33C is a wonderful time!! ENJOY IT!!! All we do is get older, if we're lucky enough. Ooops, I didn't mean to rain on any planned or upcoming Festival of Self Pity. :-D

I know what you mean about days slipping by. It's like a time lapse of the sun and moon chasing each other across the sky. All the while Noticing each precious second slip away.

posted by bill @ 25 09 2003 12:05 AM PST

Cats, as a rule, prefer to launder themselves. There are exceptions, I am sure.

posted by theo @ 26 09 2003 12:43 PM PST

Where I am now, there is no autumn. Days have grown shorter, but remain hot. The squirrel is still chasing his mate through the apricot trees, or else stealing fruit from the branches, only to toss it away after one bite, stand up, fold his arms, and look cute. An occasional cat promenades on the fence, no doubt looking for a way to get in my laundry. A cat in the laundry: I've never had that experience. Can it have a meaning on a deeper subconscious level? Quoteth a dream interpretation guide: "Cats can have both positive and negative attributes, depending on your association with cats and the surrounding circumstances in the dream. Cats can mean prosperity; kittens can mean new ideas. Kittens in a basement could be ideas arising from the unconscious mind."

posted by beefeater @ 26 09 2003 11:33 PM PST

Open is a good start.

posted by theo @ 02 10 2003 03:02 PM PST

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