From the chorus…

We do not write a phrase–it writes itself, and all we do is to clarify, as far as we are able, the accumulated meaning concealed within it.

Andrei Sinyavsky, aka Abram Tertz (1925-1997). From A Voice From The Chorus; translated by Kyril FitzLyon and Max Hayward.


Skinned knees and househunting

Today’s been an interesting day: started by feeding Ten-Ten the Wonder Cat (happy cat=sated, happy kittens), and getting dressed a bit.

Ran late to the Coral Gables Cultural Council neeting, but did stay for an enlightening talk or two about classical music in South Florida. I also got a firsthand lesson on the art of the urban forage…there’s a story for a long day.

Went to speak with Fr. Saba. Was nervous as hell, and weepy to boot, but he was very no-nonsense, and encouraging. Helped to put my situation in perspective, at least, a little.

I think I’m going to forego the 1/1 at the David William. Not that I want to leave the Gables, but it may be better to get myself in a decent place, with some furniture, than to try and navigate hoops. My life is a hoop jump, as is, and the fewer I have to navigate, the better–for now. I’m going to call Carmen and Jackson, see about seeing a couple of places. Need to touch base with Juan, as well, and start packing up. Will also give a call to Out of the Closet–there’s no point keeping what I can’t use, and frankly, I’d feel better knowing someone else can use what I’m losing.

Oh–the skinned knees? Tripped on the way to the library. My left knee is sore and scraped. Thankfully, nothing worse happened…

Quick musings

I came home last night to find my little Wonder Cat, Ten-Ten, had given birth to kittens. (No, this is not a cat lovers eppy of I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant!)

I think the event took her by surprise a bit: one was under a dresser drawer, two near a dryer rack, and two more on a shelf of an entertainment cabinet.

Sadly, two of these kittens were dead: one a stillbirth, the other unable to reach hir mother for the first proper suckle. I wrapped both up, bagged them, and put them in the freezer. I’ll take them to Animal Services for a proper dispatch.

I haven’t heard back about the apartment at Biltmore Way–will email the owner to ask whether he has found someone else to care for it. Must line up Plans B/C/et cia, if that’s the case.

I’ve got an audience with Father Saba this Thursday. Could stand for a good unbosoming.

Ch-ch-changes gente!

I’ve been going through a walloping load of changes. Will be moving from the studio soon–too pricey, and I couldn’t keep up. I am looking at places, but I would very much like to stay in Coral Gables, if I can do.

Sadly, I may have to give up my lovely Ten-Ten. I’d love to keep my Wonder Cat, but not every apartment/condo allows pets. So I need to find someone who can care for a pregnant cat.

Been listening to The Sundays’ Static and Silence. A very good album, at instances Mozzerian. Harriet Wheeler has such a gorgeous voice. Swoon.

As for Microlandia!–I’ll post submission info come May. Stay tuned, people!