This has not been a normal holiday season. Fortunately, Tabby’s Place contains precisely zero normal cats, normal humans, or normal salamanders. (I can neither confirm nor deny the underground salamander kingdom of Tabby’s Place, nor their effective rule over the rest of us.)
We of the humanoid persuasion have a big thing going on with barriers. From thresholds across which brides were awkwardly (and riskily) schlepped, to glass ceilings, and garden walls, we love boundaries. At least, we love physical boundaries.
I am aware of at least four definitions of “hurdy gurdy.” (Perhaps you are aware of more. Let’s talk.) A hand-cranked medieval string instrument Madness, chaos, and/or generalized cattywampus, topsy-turvy, hurly-burly bedlam Tabby’s Place (see #2) Life as a mortal being Obviously, all four of these meanings pertain to one Verde Rosenberg.*
Never under estimate the value of a quality – or funky – utensil. Ever see an iridescent meat fork? Best $3.99 I’ve ever spent (except for all of the other best $3.99s I’ve ever spent). Alas, no iridescent spoon. I would be sad, but the fork is so FREAKING AWESOME!
When streams of light reach through clouds in just the right way, it’s like some glorious hand is reaching down from heaven to touch us. It is so beautiful, so ethereal some call it “the fingers of god.” I’ve also learned others call it “Jacob’s Ladder” (which I always thought was a children’s game played […]
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.