MINE MOMMY, CAN WE TALK?

Hi, Juney, you've been sitting and staring awhile.  I'm reading, did you want something?

Meowz.

Not sure I understand, can you be more specific please?

Meowz, meowz.

Treats, pets, brushies?  Or, you want to sit in our your polka dot chair?

meee-ooowz

Sorry, try one more time, little one.

😿😿😿

Oh my, now I completely understand.  So you looked at our your entire bloggie for the whole month of June ~ your month ~ yes, the month you wait all year long for!  I know, I know.  Every day was supposed to be devoted to you, only you.  You counted?  OMC!  I missed 7 days!  A whole week, with posts not about you, oh no, oh dear.  I promise, we will make up for this in the month to come, and the month to follow.  Promise.  Fur sure.  Meowz.  Want to come up for some lap cuddles?  No.  Okay, guess you're still not a lap cat. 

Oh, wait a minute, is it OK if I add one more photo?

Is it another "not me" one?  Am suspecting it's from we were both

window-watching yesterday, and it was so loud-and-noisy 

I had to go hide in the closet?

Yes, that one.  We were watching the Blue Angels air show together from our window,

down over the Inner Harbor.  You know dear, if the weather is OK today, 

me 'n' some friends are going there soon to see the "real deal".

Sure you are. Gone and leaving me alone again.

I'll wait for you in the closet, meowz.

 

CATURDAY ~ TO DO LIST

Was just finishing my breakfast, around 4 am, meowz, yes, we are up early.

Before a few paws over for a sip of fresh cold water, 

I did look at the bulletin board that hangs up above.

My note purrty much is always the same one, I should add another

with a reminder about treat times! 

And purrhaps a suggestion she should think about updating all the other

things stuck on there, they've been there furever.

Anywayz, sometimes it will let me know what mine Mommy is planning "to do" today.

Not this day.  

I meowed loudly, asking about this day ~ now on her 2nd cup of coffee,

she drooled a bit of coffee and mumbled:

"rain all day sweetie, so we'll change our plans and go tomorrow for the 

Blue Angels air show down at the Inner Harbor, and do other 250th stuff, my

real "to do" list is very long, I'll figure out the inside-do-it-at-home

stuff after another cup of coffee .... ok?"

MEOWZ

 

 

REFLECTIONS ~

Today we are sharing words from an article read this past week in the Washington Post,

shared without permission, but with full credit.

Unfortunately, one can provide links to Post articles, but unless you are a subscriber, links will not open.

I found this story moving, important and so lovely to read, I've only chosen

some words, a few paragraphs to highlight.

Much, so much, has been out there, across all media, and rightfully so, about the

Reflecting Pool.

I believe because, more than any other of the president's vanity projects this is a

metaphor for all he has done, continues to do, and may do going forward if not stopped.

Philip Kennicott joined the Washington Post in 1999.
He is a Pulitzer Prize winning writer covering stories on 
art and architecture, classical music and culture.

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The delight of a reflecting pool is the illusion that there are two buildings framed in the picture, the real one built on terra firma, and the watery one that may seem on several glances to be just as substantial.  The doubling can be scattered with the faintest trace of wind.  And in that there is a poetic conceit of transience, a reminder that everything we build and make and do is fleeting.

The urge to put your hand in the water is almost overwhelming.  If a reflection in water hints at the ephemeral nature of all man-made things, it also gives the visitor a curious power, the ability to dispel the image with a stone or the flick of a finger.  Nature has offered us a double, but we can make the double disappear ...

Now, the pool is the story.

There are good reasons not to swim or wade in the pool - and both actions are forbidden by law - but arresting people for putting their hand in the water is grotesque.  And it repeats a now familiar and maddening pattern of events during Trump's second presidency, alienating Americans from cherished institutions and beloved places.  Touching water is innocent, but now it is a Trumpian crime ... 

People had come to see Lincoln, to stand where the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. gave his "I Have a Dream" speech, where Marian Anderson's voice soared above hate and division on a spring day in 1939.  The view from the memorial's inner chamber is one of the finest man-made vistas in the world, full of promise and possibility and just enough of the sublime to make you think that perhaps humanity can rise above tawdry things like greed and cruelty and chaos.

When the air is calm, particularly just after sunrise, and the pool offers its most pristine surface, the pool suggests another kind of power, and one too often dismissed or ignored.  It is easy to disturb the surface of the water, which suggests one kind of agency.  But we also have the power to leave it alone, to let it reflect back at us this fragile sense of perfect beauty.

In that, there is perhaps an even more telling metaphor.  So much depends, in life and in government, on the collective agreement to preserve and protect, to leave beautiful things alone if they are self-sufficient in their beauty.  Collectively, we can stand back and let everyone enjoy it.

It only takes one person immune to the magic to disturb the image.  And Donald Trump knew a pool guy.

Thank you, Mr. Kennicott

THANKFULS with BRIAN'S HOME ~ and ~ POETRY at SAM'S CORNER

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THANKFUL THURSDAY

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And of course,

it's also the day when we hop over to

TWO SPOILED CATS

Join in and have fun writing silly poems for

SAM'S POETRY CORNER

[and with our often pawlitical leanings, this one yelled at us!]

 

IT'S OUR/MY TURN

Getting ready, just gotta check my bag to make sure I've got all I need for my day out ...  

going visiting ... and you know, all those TSA regulations! 

 

Me and mine Mommy did a little bit last night.

She was busy, walking to the library [in pouring-down rain] to VOTE,

then helped a friend move into our building, unpacking boxes 'n' stuff.

But we did catch-up on some bloggie visits early evening,

 until she nodded off and then MEOWZ, 

her laptop almost fell off-a her lap onto my little head,

so that ended that for the day!

Today, after that bag check, I'm on my way.

Here, comments are off.  You don't need to comment. 

It's our my turn to do that, we've been veryveryvery behind.

See you soon.