Lion and Magic Boy

I know, know. I’m getting reckless now with this posting-two-days-in-a-row thing. Setting a precedent. And guess what I am going to talk about? Why yes, cycling and cats, two topics that never fail to put you to sleep entertain.

First, though, I have to tell you I have become an entrepreneur. I can use that word because Nathaniel asked me what it meant yesterday and I advised him to go look it up in a dictionary (as if we owned one, because they are completely free online anymore but lack the heft and satisfaction from leafing through those onionskin pages devouring all the words known to man), which is completely ironic because that (”go look it up!”) was one of the phrases I hated hearing most while growing up, and he told me he didn’t want to because my definitions were always better. So I am smarterer than a dictionary! Which totally means I can use the big words now. So watch out, people!

Yeah. So I’m an entrepreneur. This is partially because, you know, the cash flow isn’t flowing the way it was. So I am selling off my kids stuff. Plus, I have too much stuff anyway and it’s time to consolidate. You would think that 2 cross-country moves in a year would have that effect, but no, at some point everybody just throws stuff into boxes and it gets moved anyway, and you wonder later why you just opened a box containing a carefully packed wastebasket. Still with trash in it.

So, want to know about my new business? Well, “business” is maybe a stretch but hey, if Amazon thinks I’m a professional, then there you go. And it involves printing out stuff and packing tape and mailing stuff and (eventually) some money might change hands and I will have fewer books about knitting to look longingly at there on the shelf. And I will have more shelf space and will RESIST THE TEMPTATION to buy more books.

Also I have some books on paganism. And energy work. I am serious! It all goes.

So. Today is became spring here, which means I got on the bike for the first time in awhile. I am happy to report that Horse Penis Hill isn’t nearly as daunting as it was a year ago, which means I haven’t lost it after three months of not riding. Oh, but I do have bad news. First, lungs still should not itch. This is just plain wrong. Why is there evil pollen in the air in the beginning of March? This cannot be a good thing. Second, there is about 10 pounds less to my ass than there was last summer and it is 10 pounds more bony. Which doesn’t, er, sit well with me, not on the bike. Ouch. I may be feeling this tomorrow.

This was going to be about cats. But like a cat, I am capricious. Plus, I had better save a topic for tomorrow. So tomorrow you will find out why we call him “baby cat.”