russian olive tree outside the window

I'm listening to some Charley Pride and drinking a cup of coffee. I have nothing really in mind to write at the moment.

It is almost summery here. And now the sun is going down.

We worked a bit in the back yard today, getting ready for gardening. My folks were here for a couple of days and left this morning. I had a great time with them. I want to see them more.

That's all for right now...maybe more some other time.

the only decent part of the papes

Francis is sitting on my lap. She’s warm.

Remember that comic strip Cathy? I’m pretty sure that Cathy said something about how good a warm cat sitting in your lap is.

I tried to be very thorough when reading the comics page when I was a kid. My family got the Tribune, and I’d read every strip in the funnies, even the ones I didn’t particularly like. I’d give them a chance, anyway. My favorites were probably Alley Oop (remember the time-traveling caveman?) and the Peanuts. I also liked Hagar the Horrible, The Wizard of Id, B.C., Shoe, and, when the Tribune started carrying it a bit later, Calvin and Hobbes. But I read Rex Morgan M.D., Cathy, and a couple others just out of an anti-prejudicial attitude…or more likely it was something along the lines of wanting to be complete and leaving nothing undone. You know, being a bit obsessional. Is that a word?

As I got a little bit older, I remember understanding Cathy a little bit better, and I think in retrospect I actually kinda like it.

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