NOT KNOWING WHAT COMES NEXT

I had to walk Albert early today as the house peeps are gone for Easter and I am leaving for ChiTown shortly. I saw a black cat sitting next to a reflection pool just down the street. Just not something you see every day ... or maybe ever? I've never seen it. Couldn't get a photo as, in my mind, I was just doing a quick Albert pee walk and to get the newspaper so I didn't take my trusty image making device. Albert was more interested in a more substantial walk, so there I was trudging down the street in my crummy clogs, sheer nightgown, and down jacket. How very suburban, right? (Instead of perp walks, Albert has poop walks. And he seems to prefer the neighbor's lawns instead of the woods.)

Did manage to get the Ursula K. LeGuin read in good time, but did not get my essay written. Hopefully, I'll be able to chug some out on the plane. The Left Hand of Darkness was head and shoulders above the others in writing and conception, even Ray Bradbury. I thought I had read this one, but I think I read The Lathe of Heaven when I was in high school. I do remember Kim, who had left the stupid high school (is that oxymoronic?) we attended to go to the much saner continuation high school (where I saw someone give someone a hand job in class, more discreetly than you might imagine) talk about The Left Hand of Darkness and that must have been how I was confused. And that was a Proustian sentence.

A sample:

"There's really only one question that can be answered ... and we already know the answer . . . . The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next." 

Okay, maybe I will make that my paper topic. I will be writing on the airplane. And as for now, I am running late. Quelle surprise.