
My favourite shot from 2 years ago, with Max lying on my lap

My favourite shot from 2 years ago, with Max lying on my lap
“How are the cats?” “Just fine.” “And you?”
“Great.” “And the sculpture?” “Yes, that too.”
“Your singing group?” “Oh, not too badly.
But I came here to hear your song.
Now sing!” “Jan, I don’t know what’s wrong.
1.23
I’m young, employed, healthy, ambitious,
Sound, solvent, self-made, self-possessed.
But all my symptoms are pernicious.
The Dow-Jones of my heart’s depressed.
The sunflower of my youth is wilting.
The tower of my dreams in tilting.
The zoom lens of my zest is blurred.
The drama of my life’s absurd.
What is the root of my neurosis?
I job, eat brewer’s yeast each day,
And yet I feel life slip away.
I wait your sapient diagnosis.
I die! I faint! I fail! I sink!”
“You need a lover, John, I think.
1.24
Someone, I’d say, who’s fun to be with –
And, of course, vitamin C to eat -
And choose a richer lens to see with.
Reach for a vision more complete.
Trade in that zoom for a wide angle.
Don’t let your drooping sunflower dangle
Its head upon the garden wall.
It needs some watering, that’s all….”
The fervour of her declamation
Induces her to drum a roll
With her chopsticks upon her bowl.
A waiter turns in consternation.
“….Don’t put things off till it’s too late.
You are the DJ of your fate.
Vikram Seth
The Golden Gate
We are trying cat prozac on Haighs so that he can be babysat without too much pain, anxiety and permanent psychological damage.
He is currently swinging
to this
Something has happened to his obsession to be outside at night when it is warm, and Max can now move his face in his general area without attack…we all seem to be a little more chilled out