06 September 2003 - 1:36 p.m.
Hastur's back! Happy happy!
Didn't make it to circuit class yesterday (arggggh), but Abby helped make up for that with a long, lovely ramble through our neighborhood as night was falling. There's a number of houses nearby that I tend to think of as "seaside Victorian," and they're so pretty in the twilight.
Finished reading Timothy Findley's Inside Memory this morning. My favorite story: Findley goes down to a beach and crawls around on all fours, the better to imagine the world from the point of view of his cat. Unfortunately, a couple had decided to stroll along the same stretch of beach the same morning. Seeing him "bum in the air and my nose in the sand," they conclude that he's a druggie:
"You think we should call the authorities, George?"
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