June 9, 2009

Slamming down soy milk, which the only stuff I think might spoil while waiting for the new refrigerator. The rest is mostly alcohol.

Under the fridge lay about a hundred bottlecaps. The sight of them brought instantly back the sight of Theseus the cat merrily batting the caps around the house, until they would disappear somewhere, evidently largely under the fridge. He loved to do this, and I delighted to watch him. When someday I replace the stove, I hope for my lost friend to be in my mind again, evoked by dusty old toys.