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.
The Child of exceptional parents
by Regis Boff
My mother would spend days working on her paintings on our dining room table. Every landscape, portrait, or animal she produced would find a spot on our walls. Even today I can see each one distinctly though I can hardly recall much else about our old house.
She painted by numbers. I am not at all certain people still do this. I would sit and watch the numbers and colors slowly produce an image. It was magic. I loved her and her talent so.