...is just a house.
We had to put our last cat friend, Mogollon, to sleep on Monday. It's the first time in over 35 years we have not shared our house with a feline companion. I am having a rough go of it, as we were pretty close buddies. Coming home today from grocery shopping and not having a cat waiting for us was a strange and unsettling feeling. I will devote a memorial page to Mogi later on; things are still much too raw just now.
In other news, I will no longer routinely report on films we saw recently. It just takes too much of my time, even though I enjoyed doing it. We are just finishing up the August film festival (my choice), more selections from the Czech New Wave. Instead, I am going to do some autobiographical sketches from time to time. I was going to wait until I turned 70 for this feature, but lately I've been having some strong memories of old flashing into my nearly numb skull, so look for those starting up soon.
Tomorrow I will begin writing about August books read, and will publish it here as soon as it is finished, along with some art from the DIA.
Mapman Mike
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