I have been lied to a few times recently. I turned the thoughts around in my head as I was driving down Pico Blvd. this morning. Sitting in my car, I waited for both traffic and the effects of the truth to seep through me. What is the irony of truth being empowering? But I still thought, in that instant when the sun hit my left cheek through the window, with Mariah's "O Holy Night" blaring, that most of us would prefer not being lied to over that brief sense of empowerment. Don't worry, though -- I had sunblock on.
It's fortunate that we were handed another beautiful day. And fortunate that I keep wanting to blog everyday details to as if I cannot bear not remembering them someday.
After all that Dozer has been through in the last week, we decided that he needed a good and proper bath. When I went to pick him up, the shopowner threw up her arms as I walked in the store. "Fabulous cat! Wonderful cat! Bring him back anytime! He's great!" I made her divulge every detail of Dozer's impeccable behavior, how the groomers were enthralled by his good looks and animal magnetism. (Sorry, had to say it.) They tied a little Scottish tartan Christmas bow around his collar, which we are all tickled over, though I know he secretly thinks it's so gay.
Happy Birthday, Janet! You're so fabulous, it hurts. NYC is lucky.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:42 PM
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