It's funny how you can go four months without thinking very much about someone--long enough to obsess voluminously over a blog--and then suddenly you can't get them out of your mind.
I have a new cat, an orange tabby. He's young. I've been feeding him for a couple of days. Normally our old grey cat chases away the strays, but this one has been allowed to stay for some reason. Yesterday, young Michael came over to see if I would go fishing with him. It turns the orange cat was living with Michael for a week or so, but escaped and has been hanging out in my back yard. I call him Murkey Murphy Murcurio, but the name Michael gave him is Tiger. I might get to keep him.
Some kind of wasp is making a home on the inside of my window sill. It's one of those long, black flying insects with a mean looking stinger. Her home looks like a rigatoni noodle made out of mud; it's a slender tube with an opening at one end. I had to close my window during the day today because I didn't want her finishing the nest and living in my room. It's an amazing structure though, and must have taken a couple days to build: trip by trip with a mouthful of mud each time.
"The poison of the honey bee is the artist's jealousy"
-actually, I think it's a timberfly
It won't be my room for very much longer. My housemate's autistic son needs the space for his therapy which begins on Monday. This means I'll either be sleeping in a tent in the yard, or on an air mattress on the floor. My record collection is safely packaged and stored away.
So many signs: a stray cat comes into my life; a wasp makes a nest in the room I have been living in but will soon be vacating. I got some free CDs in the mail the other day from CBC for a contest I entered a month ago. Among them: the new Beck, and the High Dials. Maybe I'll start my CD collection over from scratch. The heat wave is supposed to be abating soon. Record highs for June. This is part of the price that we, and future generations will be paying for cars, glorious cars.