Archive for November, 2011
We don’t need organic massages
We don’t need photofacials
We don’t need a mini bobble-head of ourselves made in time for Christmas
We don’t need cake balls from Mama’s Cake Balls in NYC
We don’t need children to be obese
We don’t need obese children being taken from their homes
We don’t need Coulter
We don’t need fake boobs
We don’t need male enhancement
We don’t need bad medicine
We don’t need misinformation
We don’t need the sun to go down at 4:30 pm
We don’t need more rain
We don’t need fear mongers
We don’t need to rant
We don’t need to do the dishes that are spilling out of the sink and onto the counter
We don’t need to lose weight
We don’t need to eat the last home-made oatmeal chocolate-chip cookie just because it beckons with a sexy voice
We don’t need Anthony Hopkins or Robert Duvall to get any older
We don’t need a mellifluous voice whispering melty words in our ear all of the time, just some of the time
We don’t need writer’s block
We don’t need sunblock (in the winter)
We don’t need a vacation to an exotic, tropical locale; only a vacation for one overnight, somewhere really close, even if it’s slightly chilly
We don’t need to know our age
We don’t need to act our shoe size
We don’t need to check our site stats more than 25 times a day
We don’t need to see Paris more than at least once before we die
We don’t need politics mixed up with religion
We don’t need the taste of licking an envelope to linger on our tongue
We don’t need the cat to think that every pair of socks left on the floor is a venomous snake from which to leap backwards at the height of 1.5′ and at a distance of 3′
We don’t need to link our accounts, sign up for another rewards card, or see any exciting travel destinations
We don’t need to post naked photos of women with fake boobs to get more readers
But we think about it
“O dear children, look in what a dungeon we are lying, in what lodging we are, for we have been captured by the spirit of the outward world; it is our life, for it nourishes and brings us up, it rules in our marrow and bones, in our flesh and blood, it has made our flesh earthly, and now death has us.”
Happy Thanksgiving to you all, but we just found our lovely Willow dead in the street.
She is now buried under the soft soil by the back fence and we will make a beautiful grave for her.
We were lucky to have had her for almost 2 years and lucky that the day is full of bright sunshine, the earth is not frozen, and that her body was whole. Just like that line from the book “The Accidental Tourist,” though, you can see that it’s not her any more, only her body. The essential part of her is gone, it’s so obvious, and there’s some comfort in that for me.
She was the most unique and kind cat I have ever had.
We love you Willow, always and forever.