by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Friday, December 28, 2018
a quiet day at home . .
he attacks anything that moves . . which means when i wrap gifts, he's trying to eat the ribbon and kill the tissue paper.
parchesi night . . with hot chocolate and ginger cookies.
He looks like he came in this box! What have you named him?
ReplyDeleteWe've been calling him Pluto. Chanda says that his wobbliness is similar to the dwarf planet Pluto's path.
DeleteWow. I didn't see that comment for a long time . . .
DeleteFunny, I know dogs named Pluto, but no cats. Is he still unstable on his legs?
DeleteYes, he is. His neurological problems actually make him very dog-like!
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