is the word 'diary' better than the word 'blog'? probably not.
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Teaching, Cats, Subways, and Gus.
today i am going to write more about cats and subways. because apparently my life is lived in a small and relatively unvaried box full of teaching, cats, subways, and gus.
and, yes, wow. diary entries two days in a row. it makes me realize that part of what kept me so engaged with diary writing for so long was loneliness. or, rather, the extra time that goes along with loneliness without actually causing it. because it's not that i'm lonely today, but that for the first time in a very long time, i'm home on the weekend without gus. so i wake up and do what i used to do when i wake up: write a diary entry. when gus is here i talk to gus and/or we early-morning-absently look at things on ebay and consider leaving the house and doing something and then we eat breakfast and start working.
i got the loaner computer finally. i worked all day yesterday, and got a fair amount done. then i watched three hours of bad television while interacting with people over phone lines. i texted funny things back and forth with strauss for a while, talked to marilyn, and then talked to tom (remember tom aka wine-and-ice-cream from amherst?!). all good.
later in the evening, gus called. while we were talking rump and the bagel showed up and i mentioned to him that it's interesting how rump and ladycat used to hang out all the time, but now ladycat is usually with cowboy and rump is usually with the bagel.
(wow. if someone clicked over to this diary for the first time, or for the first time in a long time, and read that paragraph, new-clicker-person would think i am utterly insane.)
and what did gus say when i told him about the revision of cat alliances? He said: "Wow. Just like Fleetwood Mac." And, really, can you think of anything better to say about the partner-swapping activities of the Park Place Cats?
And then do you know what happened? Ladycat blew my mind (and I'm thinking she must be the Stevie Nicks of the group, but not because she blew my mind. I actually kinda prefer Christine McVie. But Ladycat seems kinda frilly.). (Here's another reference to the olden times: It always bothered Mr. Perrone that I like Christine McVie. He had a THING for Stevie Nicks, you know? And that's probably why things didn't work out with us, in the long run. He dumped me not because we disagreed about music (because we didn't disagree about much), but because, if Stevie Nicks is some kind of big deal for you, what are you doing with ME? Ha. Right. THAT'S why he dumped me. Mystery Solved.)
Anyway. Do you know what Ladycat did? Outside, in the inner courtyard used only by cats and construction workers, there is a three foot cement wall topped by a seven foot wire fence dividing the courtyard from the neighboring building's fire-escape area. Ladycat jumped up the three-foot wall, and threw herself onto the wire fence, scaled the seven foot wire fence, flipped herself over the top, and then let herself down the other side. I was all agog. Then Cowboy followed her.
And that, my friends, must be the reason for the realliance of cat partnerships, despite how hard it will be for the four cats to work together musically now that their romantic lives have been torn up and reordered. "Artistic differences." The Bagel and Rump always use the space between the fences in the back of the building to exit stage-left, which means they have to run out of the courtyard, down and up the stairs that lead under the building, and then out the back way, if they get skitty-ish and need to escape when the food-courtyard becomes the courtyard of terror for reasons recognizable only to cats. But Ladycat and Cowboy can go straight up and over.
I have work to do, and the day is short because I slept twelve hours last night and have to be in Williamsburg by 7, so I'm not going to write about the Subway today. Don't cry.
It's so strange how HARD it is to get to Williamsburg from where I live, given that Williamsburg is also in BROOKLYN. OH the accursed G train. I think today I'm going to try the BUS system. Wish me luck.
12:48 p.m. - November 17, 2007
Texas Cousin - 2007-11-18 09:54:53
Have to say the bus is worse than the G, at least in my experience. When Kate lived in Wsbg and I lived in the heights the only answer was driving. Did you keep your car? Heading east Tuesday, hope to see you in nyc or vt.
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jill - 2007-11-18 13:52:54
i decided to take the 5 to the L. and that was just fine, really. didn't even take that long and in the meantime i did some reading. so, even though it seems CRAZY that i have to go to manhattan to get to brooklyn when i'm IN brooklyn, there you have it. i got rid of the car. HI. i hope i see you too!
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