As I typed in this post’s title I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye and turned around to to investigate– it was snow, shaking out of the sky (which is halved this morning, a steely grey-blue to the west, a quiet yellow to the east), streaking past our fourth floor windows.
THIS PROVES MY POINT; it is a special day.
Through years 0-21, I knew January 22nd was significant because it is my Momcat’s birthday– that great lady who never wants anything and wears flannel-lined jeans and runs nine miles on Thanksgiving morning and loves the John Denver and The Muppets Christmas album. Then, from years 21-present, I became aware of an addition to this special day– it is, strangely, also Jake’s Madre’s birthday! She and my mother had been celebrating in separate towns and states for YEARS before Jake and I discovered one another and, shortly thereafter, this.
This was enough. January 22, that date so often marked by some manner of deep freeze, early evening, fireplace, became a holy feast day of sorts. It seemed a good sign that two people so fantastic were born into the same calendar box.
BUT THEN, just in time for year 24.5, I discovered that Quinn’s rad girlfriend Emily IS ALSO born today.
This just all seems too good to be true.
There are other people celebrating births today, I am sure. But, for my purposes, January 22nd seems to be a birthday slot reserved for ladies of steadfast character, of fantastic laughs and scrunchy noses, of curiosity for plants and natural fiber, of knowledge and wisdom and humor and a general willingness to throw down. You are all wonderful.
Here are some cats, only the best for you.
from HURRICANE BEN
Forwarded from his seastar, a girl I would love to meet someday, — Robert Downey Cats, the blog.
Straight Blummin’, and bringing some cats along with him.
This might need to be seen: http://imgur.com/a/S0Hp8 Someone took pictures of their cat reenacting scenes from famous movies.
“Poop already!” Suzanne reports that she saw this commercial “on the TV”.