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By scqueen Date: 2001 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.28.22.54.8488]] |
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6:30 am, Entering the freeway - There's the black cat! Haven't seen him for two weeks. Been watching him for months. Now he sits amid major construction, right off the 'on' ramp, perky - as if he's had his first cup of coffee, just watching traffic go by. What is it with this cat? How is he still alive? 6:45 am, Exiting the freeway - I drove past a caramel-colored cat, dead, on the side of the road... 'sleeping' as my sensitive husband would say. Is this an omen? Good or bad? 11:00 am, Entering the freeway - Uneventful. Things are looking... up? 11:40 am, Exiting after lunch - A seven or eight year old boy drives his bicycle straight into the path of a huge truck. Truck swerves and misses. I blow the horn and shake my finger at the boy, all the while fighting back the tears of fear. 4:05 pm, Heading home - Two boys, maybe age ten, poking the caramel-colored dead cat with a stick. Laughing and poking and laughing... Should I honk? Stop? Yell? Disturbed, I keep driving. 4:17 pm, Pulling into my garage, I stop, rest my head against the steering wheel. I realize how thankful that I am to have you to come home to, and add some romance to this otherwise bizarre day. |