what's new pussycat?

Felix is gone.

Felix was our adopted cat. He showed up at our house about two weeks ago and then just hung around. We ended up feeding him once he became really whiny. On Thursday we finally decided to take him to the vet to scan his microchips. Turns out, he had been missing for 3 months. His real name is boots. But given his colouring, Felix is a much better, albeit incredibly unoriginal, name.

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Ok, It is now Sunday. I started writing this on Saturday. A lot can happen in a night. Guess who I found sitting at my backdoor this morning. That's right, Felix is back.

der schwanensee

Home alone. Listening to Tchaikovsky. Lovely.

I'm on a classical binge.

funeral blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

the first cut is the deepest

I've been a bit uninspired lately. Life is busy (and by life I mean school) and I'm just plodding on through. But I thought that I should make a post at least once during September.

However, the other day I had a small nostalgic moment. For once, it's not school related. I was cutting up an apple. I think it was a Granny Smith, because green apples are infinitely superior. Then, this rather random memory suddenly popped into my head of me as a small girl watching my mum cut up an apple. It reminded me of my belief that mothers have that perfect way of cutting up an apple. First into quarters and then getting rid of the core in one swift cut. I always thought that when I was older (or maybe a mother), I'd be able to do it too.

Turns out I can't. But I suppose there's still time.