Some MyBloggersites are in the wind these days: Eddie – his page says he hasn’t been on for 30 days, but it has been longer – more like 3 months. Hope he comes out of it. Does anyone know how to reach him in the outer world?

Hayduke – perfectly understandable that he is hibernating, considering his tragic loss. I sent him a message and he may see it at some point, but he hasn’t been on line, so don’t know when that will be. Is anyone in touch with him?

Maria in Australia isn’t posting, but we know she disappears. Anyway, I found her on Facebook and sent her a message.

Meanwhile, Steve of loose robes fame, explained to me that the reason his birth date on his personal info says that he was born in 1999, making him 14, is that his computer savvy daughter told him a ton of information could be gotten about you from your birth date and your location. So I have changed my birth year to 1913, which makes me 100, and no wonder I feel tired. Very annoying was that I couldn’t just eliminate the birth date, or leave any one of its spaces blank. And we can’t ask Eddie, who has decided to be forever absent.

And on a totally different subject:

I was listening to parts of a TV program in the background while doing other things. It was about the making of the Indiana Jones films and the narrator digressed into the quest for religious artifacts, and from there to the meaning of what is found. He agonized over the mysteries ad nauseum. Every nuance was dissected. It reminds me of a village idiot being endlessly preoccupied with the way his ball bounces. Ooohhh, there it goes again, duh, drool.

My late cat, Scratch, the wondrous white wonder with yellow eyes and the terrific personality, would get on top of the refrigerator in the loft, reach out with one paw and play with the light pull dangling from the fluorescent fixture. He would do that for an hour, make his way down, get water, maybe a bit of dry food, poop, and then get back on top of the refrigerator to pursue the meaning of the light pull. Day after day he had his mission. His dedication was inspiring, sort of a pilgrimage for truth. Awesome kitty.

His litter mate, Sniff, a tuxedo fellow with a heart of gold, made mournful caterwauling sounds when he played with his furry ear muff piece. Periodically I would retire the chewed one and give him a new one off the cheap pairs I bought from a street stand on the lower East Side. When Ed and I first heard him make these sounds, Ed asked what was going on. “It’s kitty angst” I said.

Sometimes kitties make a lot of fuss over nothing at all. And, apparently, so do human "beans".

xx, Teal