The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
I am glad I never wanted to be an artist. I very easily could have spent my life honing a mediocre skill.
My mother would spend days working on paintings on our dining room table. The landscapes, portraits, and animals she created would always find a place on our walls. I can see each one distinctly still though I can barely recall much else about our old house itself.
She painted by numbers. I am not at all certain people still do this anymore. I would sit and watch the numbers and colors produce an image. I want to believe her talents discouraged me as is often the case with children of exceptional parents.