Thursday, June 23, 2011


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I know today is Thursday. The calendar wouldn't lie. I can't get myself to believe this obvious fact. I keep thinking: Friday Friday Friday. 
Am I really saying this?  Did I read too much Garfield in the funnies? I don't know, but I do know that this isn't the glamorous, free-spirited adult lifestyle I had envied as a child: staying up late, watching TV; eating whatever you wanted for dinner, like a bowl of Lucky Charms; getting in your car and driving fast, to wherever you wanted. No, this is a can't-wait-to-sleep-in-Saturday, clean-up-the-cat-barf world. Of my own choosing, I admit. 
Sure, there's still the freedom. I can do all the things I imagined would make me so happy. But what did I know? I used to beg to watch Battle of the Network Stars every year. I thought that show was good.
This is obvious. Right in the middle of no-duh territory. How many entries like this are there in the blogsosphere?  Plenty, that's how much.  But do those entries have cool pics of clover, lots of rhetorical questions, and a liberal use of italics?  Yeah.  Didn't think so.

Friday, June 17, 2011

about Flannery

I realized this morning, riding in carpool on the way to work, that I must limit my exposure to the stories of Flannery O'Connor. It's easy to forget how dark her stories can be, how twisted. They could give a body nightmares.  The one I finished this morning, a grandfather and granddaughter beating the crap out of each other, with disasterous results, is a prime example.

Then I started to think about my cat, Flannery, the one who died last year, and how her eventual death (suggested by vetrenarians and agreed to by me for humane reasons) would have been a fitting subplot to one of her namesake's stories. A cat who loves to eat is stricken with cancer of the jaw, but still maintains the same strong desire, the same lust for food, even moments before her end? How dark and twisted is that?

But I'm far enough beyond that terrible day to remember that sweet, demanding, big-eyed cat as a friend and companion, an early a.m. complainer, a face-tapper, and a mooch, with fond, misty gratitude.

Thank you to both Flannerys, wherever you are.