Thomas Wictor

Had to temporarily retract the post. Sorry

Had to temporarily retract the post. Sorry

I’ve had to temporarily retract the post I wrote last night. We’re all operating under too much stress, so there was a miscommunication.

Keep in mind that I’m a former music journalist and failed novelist. I’m not cut out for this kind of work.

The post will go up again in a few days. I may be able to explain why I had to retract it.

Have no fear. Everything is all right in terms of the project. It’s just that I jumped the gun in posting about it. There was no damage done, and nobody’s angry at me. There are about ten native languages involved here, and I don’t speak any of them fluently. Not even English.

In the meantime, enjoy the shot of the 100-lb (45-kg) eucalyptus branch that fell from the top of the tree—the height of a four-story building—and missed me by a flea’s whisker as I walked to my car.

branch

Now I’ve got the Islamic State, eighty-two-year-old Nazis, and nature trying to kill me.

And this feral kitten. I’ve named him Clovis.

Clovis

He circles me when I go outside, growling and hissing. I started feeding him when his mother abandoned him too; she’s the same walking uterus that produced Brother Cat and Lyle Cat. Clovis is their brother, since his father is Man-Bear-Pig-Cat, the deformed monstrosity whose head is the size of a cabbage.

Clovis became super aggressive a few weeks ago. He follows me from house to house, sounding like the love child of a wolf and a cobra. That’s how he demands to be fed: Rrrrrrroawwwwwrrrrrr-ssssssssssssssssss! Ahhhh-oooooo-ssssssssssss!

Guess what, Clovis? I don’t respond well to abuse. Unless you can figure out how to use a gun, all your threats are meaningless.

Stow away on a freighter to Syria so you can join the Islamic State. We’re done, you and I.

On my mother’s birthday—February 28—there was a great storm. She loved storms, and I felt her nearby. I went out to take a photo of the clouds.

February_28_2015

That spot of light on the lower left is called an “orb.” Some people say they’re just dust motes, but there were none in any of the other photos I took of the clouds and church.

Hi, Mom! Check out this sunset from tonight.

Sunset_March_11_2015

That was you too, wasn’t it?


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