A Blog About Nothing

This is going to be a do-nothing post.

I'm in Colorado again, after my two-week-wandering-stint through Texas and Oklahoma, and I brought back Steph with me. A souvenir for my travels? Much more fun to bring a friend back with you than a bottle opener.

I am sitting in the dining room with the cat on my lap. He's purring about nothing and just swatted at me with this panther-claws. I started reading Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. She has a distractingly-disturbing section in the first chapter about how her cat would knead at her while she slept. Why do cats knead? Then she tells of waking up with bloody paw prints on her nightgown. And now I am re-creeped out.

Steph and I just had tea on the front porch and watched ancient pickups, driven by even more ancient people, zoom by. It was like old times, when Steph and I would sit out and watch those same ancient trucks drive by as we talked about whatever problems plague 15 year-olds (I suspect our problems involved 17 year-old boys).

Steph just had peppermint tea and I had this detox tea I bought the other day because I heard dandilion is good for you. It tastes like a licorice-vicks-vapor-rub compote.

I couldn't find an outlet out on the porch for the record player, so I opened the window and Karen Carpenter sang to us from there."Don't you rememeber you told me you loved me, baby" keeps going through my head. I sang it to the dog, Beeya, and I think he was flattered to have "Don't you remember you told me you loved me, Beeya" sung to him repeatedly.

I want to go for a walk in the woods today.

Today I am making peanut-curry chicken.