The Cuckoo Bee

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately owlet, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched on my remote control.
Perched there in the dirty window, just on my remote control,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then I gave him a little hug.

Occasionally I read the posts I have written and am bemused.  Was I high? Was an alien living in my body during those four minutes and thirty seconds? Now that I am me, I guess, I want to inform everyone that I will be climbing in my flying saucer and moving to Gascony soon in order to raise horses.  Good day, reader!

It is a beautiful day in Hoboken today, and as I walked around this afternoon looking for the roast beef and mozzarella for which Hoboken is famous and sucking up leafy abundance, my eye was drawn to the jolly blue and white sky and my mind went back to a very similar day last July when I was walking down Fifth Avenue and looked up to see mounds of puffy white clouds above the Flatiron building.  That was a perfect summer day also, and at the time I noted in my blog that in the future when I experienced a lovely summer day I would remember a similar one from my childhood and not that one near the Flatiron building, because my current existence is less meaningful or the meaning is evanescent.  First, I am happy to report that my current existence has meaning independent from my previously lived days and may in fact be much more meaningful, although that is not, I think, why I relate today’s weather to last year’s.  The reason for that is that summer here is totally different from the ones of my childhood, which were unlivable in their oppressive stickiness.  So much depending on the weather, my current existence is not a mere continuation of my past, and has even more independent meaning that I had not previously considered (obvious as that fact is).  Anyway, even aside from the weather, there is meaning.  So yippee!! I exist!!

By the way, reader, weren’t you supposed to be here today?  There is the end of my roast beef and mozzarella sandwich sitting in a bag on my bedroom floor in case you decide to show up later in the week.

I have been very busy being sick, seeing ufos and that kind of thing.  Without further ado, the hairy cat.

That’s the back.  Here’s the front:

My younger son saw this and screamed “Scary!” My husband says the features do not fit the rest of the cat.  I find that it reminds me of a school picture of myself in 2nd grade.