Yesterday, Saturday, Bruce and Rosalyn invited me to go with them to the Shawnee Country Club where a local artist - a friend of Rosalyn's - was holding an exhibition. Some of the paintings I liked, some were a bit too abstract for me, this is one I liked.
When we arrived there were a lot of young people there dressed to go on to an event, I think maybe a formal dinner/dance, and they were all photographing each other. The girls were wearing pretty dresses but incredibly short (she says, sounding her age) they barely covered them. Some of the guys were wearing strange patterned suits, an innovation I hadn't encountered before. It was a glimpse of a section of society I don't often get to see, so was very interesting.
Yesterday afternoon next door's tortoiseshell cat, Chaos, turned up on my front porch, shivering, wet and crying continuously. Sobbing almost, like Bubbles does when she's in the back of my car en route to the vets. My friend Jay knows someone who would give Chaos a good home, and we have talked of kidnapping her, so I rang Jay and alerted her to the fact that Chaos might be ready for her good home. But I gave Chaos a big bowl of cat food which she wolfed down, and then she disappeared, and I haven't seen her since. Perhaps it is just as well, I don't really want to be deported for the theft of a valuable tortoiseshell cat.
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