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Moon Phase = waxing sliver | Weather = Chilly...excellent star
gazing weather! | Current reading = Cry to Heaven -Anne Rice
The Purpose of Painting - Angela D'aleo
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October 22, 1998
Today turned out to be an excellent day - it never got much above 60; I found the straw I needed to prepare the cats' winter bedding with any trouble at all, the stars are shining exceptionally clear tonight...
I was afraid that I waited too late to buy the straw but Roger's Produce had plenty. While I was spreading it out, I almost gave in to the temptation to sleep in it myself - but that means that the cats would have run of the house...(wouldn't want to turn the tables on myself like that, y'know...) Smelling that straw on the way back to the house brought back tons of memories - I had forgotten that straw smells just like hay, after it has sat in a loft for awhile. I used to go up into the hayloft of my grandfather's barn all the time when I was a kid and I still dream about it sometimes. I remember waking up and getting ready to go to school - and I remember looking out the window down toward the barn. Beaut (the first one of two) would often be sitting in the door (where you would drop the hay out of the loft and onto the truck) watching the world from her unique vantage point...especially if part of that world was edible. She was the only cat that really stayed in the barn much at all, from what I remember.
Both of the cats named Beaut were torties - tortoise shells. They were calicos, except the dominant color was black instead of white. I remember that I named them both Beaut because I thought they were neat - especially since I'd never seen anything like that before - and my mother thought that they were the ugliest things that she'd ever seen. Until just now, I'd forgotten that the last Beaut died 5 1/2 years ago...the day after Kitt and the rest of his litter were born. Beaut was so determined that I know about that litter and wouldn't let me out of her sight - until finally she came out and was running around the yard like a kitten herself. Only minutes later did I find her in the front yard, as if she died in midstride. Out of five kittens, two died before I found them; one died about two hours later, Kitt's twin sister lived nine days...
Kitt's asleep now. Closest thing to a son that I'll ever have.
Even if the weather hadn't turned cold, you can still tell that the seasons are changing - Orion has decided to lie down. During the summer months, Orion marches across the sky always chasing Taurus and now...it's as if he's decided to try to shoot that bull from the ground...and on his back. I guess all that chasing during the warm weather just took too much out of ol' Orion...and he's plumb tuckered out. It looks like I missed the Orionid meteor shower too - I completely forgot about it until the day after the predicted maximum and I've seen one little shooting star. Oh well, there's the big Leonid shower next month!
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