I want all the experiences that are not available to me. A walk through a maple wood, with all the reds and oranges of Michigan autumn. Walk down to the North End and catch a ferry across the bay to the Navy Yard and walk back over to Boston. I want to go folk dancing at Wayne State, they once had a large and vital club that met every week and danced all evening. I want to show up at Dave's, where all the guys and friends would just appear most weekend nights, maybe watch MST3K and laugh and talk.
But all life, all experiences, have a span of time in which to exist.
I have Moby nestled near my feet, leaning on my ankles. Allowing me my lethargic mood without comment.
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We look before and after,
And pine for what is not...
(o)
This is my first visit to your blog, which I find absolutely intriguing.
So many good things about it. It will not be my last visit.
cat cuddling is a really rather good way of spending time...
Dale,
Yeah, and I hate pining...
Dave,
Welcome. You find me in rather low water, but welcome all the same.
rosie,
Moby helps.
A cat looking at a lethargic human thinks, "Finally, she's acting normal."
I hate pining too, but sometimes I think I just lack the courage to do it. It takes some, to allow myself to mourn, rather than just give a sour grapes shrug and say I never really cared for it...
Oh, I know. Me too. Want all the unavailable experiences, I mean.
A cat does help at these times.
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