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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Gauguin who wrote (41523)	11/11/1999 10:54:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Lynn has three cats-- she has had two of them forever- Peanut and Fred. THey are very ugly cats, white with funny orange spots, and apparently immortal. When my mother was dying, I would wake up and Peanut would be staring in the window at me- a Peeping Tomcat. I told Lynn, but she wouldn't believe me. She said she raised her cats better than that. Mothers can be so blind. Peanut is now so huge; he is, I kid you not, 28 pounds and perfectly round. He can hardly move. He sort of waddles to his food dish and waits. Then he sits on the porch until the next meal. The new kitty is Sophie. She is fluffy and fat, but short. I've never seen a short cat. She looks truncated. LIke someone forgot to put in her middle section when they built her. We went to the book store and there were two big fat cats jumping on the counters and winding themselves around you. There are old junky soft chairs to curl up in stuck in niches and nooks, not the new, self-conscious kind of chair in Barnes and Noble, but the "wow! here's one for 2.00 at a yard sale, we can use this one!"- kind, and the building is very old, and has the smell of history and books. You could get high if you took deep breaths. I bought Lynn a copy of The Sweet Potato Queens, and she gave me several issues of her literary magazine. Can you imagine a Tuesday night lecture on Post-bellum freedmen that fills a lecture hall? Lexington adores its Civil War history. Lots of old people, and a history class from the high school, and professors from both universities. Hmm- I guess Lynn and would have to be in the old people group. As we walked back to the car, the cadets would touch their hats, and nod their heads and say, Good evening, Ma'am", to us--- without fail- every one we passed. I had forgotten the charm of their uniforms and manners. And the sight of the barracks all lit up at night. We walked a lot. The first morning, as we passed the old Harlow house on Main Street(that's how houses are known in Lexington, by the name of their first owners- my old home despite the fact that we had lived there for 40 years, was still the old Tardy house), a man threw some peanuts at us. Well, it turned out he was throwing them to his squirrel and we just happened to be in the way. Lynn, of course, knew him and introduced me, but I think he was piqued that we had scared his squirrel. He is a Civil War buff- on the porch is a cannon, aimed at his neighbor becuase he is mad at her. In the front window a large dignified, stuffed rooster stands. I don't know what it has to do with the Civil War- maybe it belonged to Robert E Lee. Not quite as big a coup as getting his stuffed horse, Traveller, maybe, but still impressive. I could go on forever. But I'd better stop..