The holiday season often is this kind of amped-up dreamy sensuous blur of lights and paper and bus windows and snow and sand and late lunches and early coffees and too many glasses of wine and too few hours of sleep. As a result, and because life for me lately has seen me as either visitor or host, I been busy.
I know, I use this excuse a lot.
Welcome to part one of my two-part Christmastime wrap-up: the one where I set the scene and you are just enthralled, aren’t you? In the weeks before departing Brooklyn for a deliriously pleasant ten day vacation split between Pennsylvania and Maryland, all the kitties got ready for Christmas.
More proof that Huntingdon is the land of geniuses, I present to you Juniata College (my alma mater)’s Christmas video, passed along to me by the great Jim Tuten.
In response, neighbor and fellow cat lover Eric submitted this Christmas miracle.
Also significant: the visitors who graced us with their presence in the days bookending the holidays. Without them, life would have been cleaner, more productive, sadder, and super dull. In mid-December, Quinn’s younger brother/fellow gentleman Owen and his totes rad girlfriend Nicole came to Brooklyn, and Olive was an easy sell for them.
Then, New Year’s Eve brought about 50 people to our tiny apartment, many of whom were delighted by Olive but none so much as Ed, who took this picture, which Jake pointed out makes her look like a beast emerging from the deep (It is the last thing you will see before you die).
I KNOW YOU CAN’T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW