Cats and Rocking Chairs

"My mind is full of nothing but cats and rocking chairs" (Ryan Adams).  

The full moon kept me awake.  That is what I will tell myself.  But it is probably too much or the lack of stimulation.  Whatever.

Last night I made a fish stew.  Interesting.  It was good, I think.  Healthy.  Onions, carrots, celery, potatoes, and stewed tomatoes, 3/4s bottle of left over white wine, then a pound of scallops and two pounds of fish.  My mother and I ate it and then had seconds.  I still have about two pounds of stew left.

I had a nice surprise when I came around to my front door Sunday.  I hadn't been there for some time, I guess.  A package lay on the doorstep.  It was from Amazon.  I didn't remember ordering a book, but I order things that are out of stock all the time, so maybe. . . .  Inside, I opened it and saw "Life" by Keith Richards.  I hadn't ordered that though I've looked for it in the bookstores.  It was from Q.  Why am I not as thoughtful as that?

The holidays are here.  I will buy myself something this year.  Maybe two.  Oh, yes. . . I should probably buy something for you.

Sometimes the brain will not work when you sit down to write.  But I have music playing in the background.  I can't write to music.  That must be it.

Here is another portrait of a young girl.  Best things.