When in public poetry should take off its clothes and wave to the nearest person in sight;
it should be seen in the company of thieves and lovers rather than that of journalists and
publishers.
~ Brian Patten (b. 1946), British poet. "Prosepoem Towards a Definition of Itself."
Bob's been out of town for a couple of days, and Pyewacket's been letting me know she
isn't happy. She woke me up at about 5:00 this morning by jumping up onto Bob's dresser,
which she knows she isn't allowed to do. She walks around and knocks things over, then
kind of strains toward the bookcase that sits beside the dresser, letting me know that
if I don't acknowledge her, she's going to jump up on there. Yeah, right. Well, she
might try, but the inevitable conclusion would be that she would pull the bookcase
(really just a tall, narrow storage unit) over onto the bed.
So I shouted at her a couple of times to get down, and she didn't, so I climbed out of
bed, grabbed her, and dumped her on the bed, where, once I was back in, she walked up
to me, laid down beside me, and proceeded to start purring like a little train engine.
I guess she just wanted some attention.
Bob will be home sometime this afternoon--he just went down to the Lake for a couple
of days' fishing with his friend who has a condo down there. My big night out was
last night, when I went to the library and picked up a couple of mysteries and a DVD
("The Family Man"), went to Target and bought a copy of "Lord of the Rings" for
Bob, then went to Sweet Tomatoes and ate salad and read. I never did watch the DVD,
but at least I didn't fall asleep on the couch like I did Monday night.
Around 9:00 I decided to go in and see if there was anything I wanted to watch on
television (knowing that I'd probably fall asleep), and I clicked through all 84 or so
channels, and finally found Monk,
the detective show starring Tony Shaloub as a somewhat-disgraced police detective with
OCD. I like the show, but this episode wasn't particularly interesting, and I fell
asleep halfway through.
I woke up about an hour and a half later, and Nash Bridges was on, which I love,
but I knew I couldn't wake up enough to watch it, and I didn't really want to sleep another
hour on the couch, so I turned it off and went up to bed.
