The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables “I’m so confused I live in a world where there are Augustobers.” – Hot cats of Ringoes, NJ
All together now: auhhhhhhhtummmmm. It’s deeper than “ah.” It’s better than “om.” And we can see it shining in the not-too-distant distance. If ever we needed the sepia-toned glow of fall, it’s now.
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Time marches on. OK, you can pelt me with a cream pie made of sardine paste for that one.