Signs of age

 Admission of guilt:  the mention of Brigitte Bardot did not interest me as much as the mention of rabbits.

Doing something

Should be writing and taking pictures again soon.  Lets me do something useful for someone else, something creative, and gets me out of the house for a few hours.  And it's that elusive "something to look forward to."

Heartened

Finding out that Moss Hart had a journal during a fallow period in the early 1950's, and learning that he had begun his autobiography at about the same time.  The autobiography (according to the New Yorker reviewer in November 1959) was full of gushing platitudes about the people he worked with, while the journal (which was kept under lock and key until both he and Kitty Carlisle Hart had passed) contained mostly observations of those people, viewed in the worst possible light.  Nearly everyone appeared pathetic to him at that time, and knowing his state of mind makes it possible to forgive the man's sourness.  Of course that's how he saw them, just like he saw himself as used up and useless.

Right now I'm wishing I had something going on that would get me as fired up as I was when creating a video of BB's mother; when discovering the wonders of the web; when writing and posting true little stories about a few Good Cats (illustrated with my amateur cartoons) for nine years; when I learned about Tabby's Place; when I began volunteering at the library; even when I was the King of the Easy Bill.  Things have worked out so far.  They probably will again.  Let me see what I can do about it.

Cats on landings

 

End of day

Did just about nothing today.  The stuff from the drywall repair is still in the hallway, but at least it's organized in a couple of boxes and ready to take back to the basement.  

A friend from college is turning 65 and retiring.  I should say *another* friend is retiring.  They're calling it a career, but not me, not yet.  

I still turn on the light over the deck before going upstairs to bed.  Be safe, little black pooshka, wherever you are.

Finished watching Rio Bravo.  Read nothing on the iPad (neither Tarbell nor Pyle).  Played games, listened to WWII news and a 1971 Dodger game with Vin Scully.  And that's basically it for the day.  

On the other hand, another day of health, both for me and BB.  We're intending to drive down to Trader Joe's tomorrow.

 

Saturday Evening Post

The day:

Picked up a prescription for BB at Walmart

Watched the first 40 minutes of Mank

Made peach muffins

Made pizza for supper

Took a lap around the development while listening to the latest episode of Cocaine and Rhinestones

Saw four rabbits along the way

Saw one more rabbit in the back yard 

Can't get excited about doing anything creative, and it's only worth doing when there's capital-I Inspiration...

Daffodils after a rain shower