![]() The key to my hating less the shopping nightmare is to go when the other humans are distracted by something else, like sleep, work and hangovers. It is a small thing but the world is now different by the power of one person, basil and joy. Suppose I plant basil in my kitchen and to my great joy my home is perfumed with the sweet earthiness of growing plants and the verdant sensuality of living basil. It is possible to regard each day as a chance to change the world. Every day, I suppose Mom and Grandpa bicker, three of my sisters and my brother look into the eyes of their small children and see the past and future without seeing that instant every day, Siobhan and I compare notes in person, over the phone or via email. Time is passing not just for me but for others as well, which I often foolishly forget. I'm making a concerted effort to take pictures of Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul. So this evening, I noticed the rustle emanating from this new location and grabbed the disposable camera instead of the cleaver. He's also dragged tissue behind the futon so when My Little Predator is on the crunchy prowl in the wee hours I'm not dialing 911 and searching my apartment with a big, big knife. When I hear mild crunching, I can't see the source but neither do I expect to. He drags tissue paper to the black sheepskin on the zebra print couch.
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