A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Saturday, December 01, 2007


Poor sweet Taz. It seems like once a week I detail some annoying habit of hers. (I think I said I was going to refer to them as "hobbies" from now on.) Well, for the record, here's another one. Her "hobby" of sitting on people's laps is just testimony to how loved she is, I guess. She thinks she's a lapdog even though she weighs close to thirty pounds.

It wouldn't be so bad if she'd lie on a lap. She prefers to sit straight up and get a good view--often she's just using a person as a perch to see out of the window. Or getting her head between yours and the person you're trying to have a conversation with on purpose, like an attention-grabbing two-year-old. Or, in this case, getting between the person she wants to play with and that boring computer.



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