I just cleaned dried cat yak off the railroad tracks.
Dr. Seuss didn’t write that one.
Sometimes grossness is meant to be shared…
especially when you have a picture to prove it.
(No one tell my father though – it’s his track, and his cats, they are just temporarily in my care.)
meet Misty =^.^=
and Katodamoda =^.^=,
we call her “Toda”, for short
September 28, 2012
I bought a book from an old friend yesterday.
As I was leaving, she told me to destroy it.
She told me to dog-ear it, to demolish it,
to underline and write notes and just love it.
“This is how a book knows that you love it”,
she told me, handing over my change.
Today, I will love my book properly.
I like to write in books, leaving tracks of my thoughts written in the margins and the white spaces at the beginning and end of chapters. I dog-ear too. I do. However, the exception to this rule is library books. Always. Those are treated with the utmost care, for they do not belong to me. They are just in my possession temporarily. ~ Janean