February 28, 2005

I watched Two Brothers tonight, a pretty average movie saved only by two totally adorable tiger cubs, who were very good at falling over, squeaking, and jumping on invisible things. Abeeza watched the movie with me, lounging on my lap and staring in the general direction of the screen. Bo didn't choose to watch; he was too busy falling over, squeaking, and jumping on invisible things.

Now the two of them are pretending to be tigers, much like Naila and I pretended to be orphans after watching Oliver. They're rolling around on the rug, swatting at each other, their tails spinning like windmills.

Yeah, did I tell you I've become a cat person? Have I already written that I once put Abeeza on the phone to talk to Sam? (Abeeza purred when he heard Sam's voice, by the way. Seriously.)

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We drove down to Pasadena for a show on Wednesday, and got back last night. The drive was beautiful, the air glistening in the early morning sun, the wooded mountains leading to treeless green hills. I remember when Chris showed me a picture of his house in California, shortly after he moved back to New Hampshire. I was taken aback at the idea of him living in a place so different from New England. I didn't like it, didn't like the thought of it, felt so relieved that he had moved back to safety, to the familiar.

And now I feel so lucky to pull over at a rest stop and stretch and look out on those hills. I laugh every time I cross the California border, thinking, I've only been driving for a few hours and I'm in California?! This is a good adventure, this exploration of the west. I will always have the reds and yellows and oranges of a New England autumn running through my blood. I will always know the crunch of snow underfoot and the gentle summer air; maples and oaks will forever be my jungle gyms, not the prickly Douglas firs and pines. But for now this is new and surprising and really great.

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You know when there's dust on your retina and those little specks and threads float in the sky, eluding closer inspection? Well, when Annalise was little, she thought she was the only one who could see air.

That cracks me up every time I think about it.

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My dreams lately have not been as inspiring as the last one posted here. I have become fairly obsessed with The West Wing (no, okay, really, really obsessed) and my dreams tend to revolve around my new favorite political pals. A few nights ago I dreamt that the Christian Coalition stole some of my poetry and used it for propaganda. Luckily, my buddies Sam and Toby were there to help me sue them into oblivion. Last night Josh and Sam saved me from a situation not unlike that of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I named my computer CJ. I want Martin Sheen to be president. I scour the New York Times for anything inspiring within our own real-life administration (to no avail). I keep seeing Leo McGarry on the street and thinking, "What's Leo doing in Portland?!"

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And now, here are pictures of two really cute cats.