ne, trina and papa

as the night slide along and only the sound of crickets accompanied us, trina and i decided to sit and watch a documentary on hemingway. i sat on my stool and she sat patiently, or should i say impatiently, by my side. (though, i think she only sat there because she wanted to lick the popsicle stick after i'd eaten the ice cream.)

it was conforting. it's the time of the day where all is quiet. most are alseep and i feel special, as if i'm alone at times. sometimes i go out on the porch and listen with a drink. it's peaceful. i like that. even though it's city, life's relatively quiet.

but there was no outdoors tonight. we sat and watched papa on the screen. i get a kick out of watching and listening to a show on him. while i do not envy his personality or lifestyle, i do envy his sense of adventure, his sense of accomplishment and sense of dong. he saw a lot in his time.

there was europe - italy, france, spain, switzerland. there was florida, cuba, wyoming, the UP, travels in africa and asia. he met people and screwed over people. he hung out with artists, painters and writers. saw bullfights, was shot in a war, went big game hunting, fished in the gulf, hunted in wyoming. so much life he crammed into his 60 plus years. that's good.

and as i watched, my little feline wrapped herself around my legs, playing. i petted her on the back near the tail where she likes it. she purred until she left.

and now it's time to sleep. i must teach this morning. i feel good. very good.