Well, y’all probably remember about the pine tree attacking our house back in January. So, the pine tree started the remodel, we finished it, and on our own terms. Look e loo! I have a brand new place to write (topped off with a Luci Loo):
As Luci is wondering around on my desk, and marking it with her scent, I couldn’t help but think about Ernest Hemingway. He was given a white six-toed cat that he named Snow White, and the rest is kitty history. The descendants of that original cat still live at his home in Key West, FL USA.
I love this picture of him. He’s holding his kitty with such tenderness. You can tell he loves it:
So, it’s not that I think I am a writer on the same level as Mr. Hemingway. Far from it. I am simply not worthy to be compared in any way with this brilliant scribe. But, as I sit at my new desk, I think about and admire the man. I keep writing, imagining that would be the advice he would have given me, had we known each other. And, I stop and I hug my Luci Loo for I know he would tell me I need to show my kitty some love.
And much love to you all.