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My life, explained in photos
Lately things have been a little crazy around here. I have been running at full tilt to get a lot of work done for a lot of different places, getting less sleep than I should, while generally getting very frustrated with the world. And recovering from pneumonia. As there have been a plethora of oddly appropriate animal macros floating around on the web (most from ICHC), I’m going to use them to help explain my story.
One of Bucky’s previous lives
We have all heard that cats have nine lives, but rarely is the evidence for one of those lives presented so starkly and so unexpectedly.
In a previous life, Bucky belonged to Mr. Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain.
More news like this, please
Yesterday I saw the news that Michael Clarke Duncan had died and I was SO sad. His part in The Green Mile had really left me feeling like I knew him. As an actor he’d stepped out of himself and let the character fill him. In other words, he did a damn fine job and I really, truly respected that. Geoff and I both, when we heard the news separately, felt like we’d been socked in the gut.
This kind of news, however, I could read all day.
Geoff and I aspire to be on this website
Obviously, if you know us or have read the title of this blog, we have a lot of books. I mean, a LOT of books. I thought I had a lot before I met Geoff, and then I saw his bookshelves and all bets were off. When we combined households there were books everywhere.
Stewie and Koko
Regular readers around here will know that Geoff and I have a HUGE soft spot for animals. Ours are our kids and we’ll make sure that they eat and go to the vet before we go to the grocery store or the doctor. They are our family.
As a result, we spend a lot of time helping other animals, individuals, and rescue groups get animals in need the care and homes they need. Today I’m going to tell you about two of them. One of them is a lot luckier than the other but they’re both special in their own way. I hope you’ll take the time to listen to their stories and help if you can.
Our little garden
For over 15 years, I have been a gardener. Specifically, an heirloom gardener and an organic gardener. Although I have always had at least a passing interest in gardening and farming because of my grandparents, I developed an intense interest in them after I started volunteering at Burritt Museum and Park (now known as Burritt on the Mountain) way back in 1995. With some very good mentors (the curator and some experienced guides from the historic park) I quickly learned how to appreciate the older varieties of vegetables that would have been recognizable to someone living in the 19th century. I also learned about herbs and their long history of cultivation.
Thank You
Those two little words seem so insignificant in the face of the overwhelming response we’ve received from, quite literally, all over the world.
Smoky Hopkins-Michael 3/13/00 – 4/2/12
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
That play we missed
Regular readers will have noticed that I mentioned that Geoff and I missed a friend’s Very Important Play on Friday night when Smoky took ill. I emailed him to explain and apologize, but it’s never as good as being there. I know I hate it when my friends miss my performances, even when they have a really good reason. Thankfully someone was able to videotape the experience, and in HD no less.
The Books are Taking Over... 