August 2011

Thank you, Donigan Merritt, of  Random Literary Blogging at

Readers, Mr. Merritt is a man of taste and perception who, when he walks the early Winter-time streets of Buenos Aires, he takes pictures of things like this:

This is an old kitty keeping warm in Buenos Aires on an August Winter day.

I know! I know! We should all go to B.A. and get our cats Argentinian coats!!

Thank you, my friend Melinda, for taking her annual four thousand-mile road trip through America (she’ll go anywhere except home, in North Carolina. It’s like a 1000 degrees there).

This past week Melinda was in the little town of Champlain, New York. She stopped to admire the town’s old Town Hall, which is really very old.

And Melinda got to chatting with an elderly lady who was also looking at the old Town Hall. The lady lives in Champlain and knows this old town hall building very well, and she showed Melinda something very wonderful about the brick work of the old Town Hall:

It seems that in the olden days, the brick maker of the old Town Hall had a cat.

A cat who seemed to be very curious about the brick-making process.

I know! I know!

We  all need to live in houses made of paw-printed bricks!!

(You. Are. Welcome.)

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August is my favorite month of the year.

So I make it a point to take long slow walks on August mornings, getting a good long look at what I’ll miss most when it’s Winter.

I promise you that none of these photos were staged. But they do look too perfect to be true, don’t they?

Even the pillows look like props.

Another perfect front porch. Does the family ever come out here and set in the wicker furniture and tell tales about Summers past?

it’s got, for when Ma sets in this here rocker , a handy place to set her Long Island Iced Tea.

Two things I love about this photo:

First of all, is this not an adorable little parcel on the door step? I love brown-paper boxes with collage-like mailing bits arranged like a work of art.

And secondly, who can notbe compelled by the disinterested gaze of the house’s watchcat?

And as I stood there, snapping my photo of this doorstep, I noticed out of my peripheral vision that I had attracted the attention of another member of the household:

Yes, that’s a real cat. I know! Everything in my village is all too twee!

A Wrap around front porch:

I  want to puke from the overdose of perfection:

Yeah. Life isn’t really like this, is it?

BAtthe end of my first August Walk, I came home to find a pretty-near perfect situation going on in my backyard.

This is Blackie and Duds  fretting over Standard and Poor’s downgrading of the United States’ credit rating, so I don’t have to.

In fact, I think I need another long August walk if only to keep my mind off the economic apocalypse.

What are you doing these days to ward off the pointlessness of existence?

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