So, I still exist in this crazy world. And I have a book coming out. That's hard to believe sometimes. I'll be busy doing dishes and laundry, taking the kids somewhere, making lunch and then it will hit me: I'm about to be published. Wow. It doesn't seem real, and it doesn't seem like I even wrote the book, but I know I must have because there are vague, watery memories of countless edits. Still, did I?
Picasso has left the building. She went with my niece, Rose, who has informed me that Picasso is happy and doing fine. Three kittens that are still around—might be here forever, I don't know. The longer they stay, the more attached I get. Coco, who I thought might end up in a barn, is now working her way toward favorite kitty status by doing a nightly catwalk behind everyone's head on the couch, butt rubbing all our napes in purring joy. Plus, she's just so darn cute. Like Sylvester cat. Then there's the Bat Cat, Opera, who loves a nice lap and is so calm and sweet (but don't get near her when she's eating 'cause she will fuff your head off). Camille/Bruce/Sonic (no one can decide on a name, but we do now accept she's a he) doesn't like to be picked up, but has a nice nature. I heard actual purring this morning when I petted his back, so there's hope for the little guy.
The hall is for play. They run up and leap in the air, scare each other, hunt, stalk; backs curl up and the hair rises. Hop, hop, hop to the side, tails fluffed out. It's fun to watch.
Somebody keeps missing the litter box. Somebody keeps leaving random poops in random places. I'm trying to figure who that somebody is.
And as for me, I want to go to Lucas, Kansas and see the huge toilet sculpture which opened recently. Plus there is a whole folk art statue things going on there that I've always been curious about, the Garden of Eden.
That's about it. The Arcs for The Soul Seekers won't be available until late June now, so I need to email some folks today. How are things for you?