Three cats jumped off the morning papers today. Cats in clothing, cats in literature, and cats in portraiture. First Sunday of the year, a blossom, a holdover, a mass of dirty dishes and glasses and roasting pans in the kitchen waiting....waiting....
waiting for someone,
who? Not me, to clear them. I'm too interested in the New New York, the arts, Debo's latest book and what to give my bestest girl friend in New York for her birthday...gold bracelets? Leather bags? Flowers? Apples for a year. So much in life to choose from. I am quite grateful for the 5 senses, the 4 seasons, the 3 spirits, the 2 options and the one true self. Welcome to 2011.
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