A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.” — Kafka

 

Of course I forgot to turn my clock back in the car after turning the clocks back in the house for the end of daylight savings time. So I guess we are supposed to have more morning daylight.

The night claims the darkness that we took away from the morning or something like that.

There is one satisfaction regarding daylight savings time. Now the daylight makes room for students coming to school. What isn’t coming up earlier in the morning closes shop early and the lights come back on.

I find Mello and Fred barking through the front window and the back windows but not simultaneously.

Fred shares his shrieking bark that’s instrumental in creating the painful sound. Their preferred barking site is anyone passing by on Fourth Street on either sides of the street.

The night’s walk around the block seems to please Fred’s walk unless another human being or another dog meets us and then he attempts to get out of the way. I usually slip him out of the way.

Then there’s Echo, the cat Lydia acquired when she was attending school in Minneapolis. Echo carefully rests beside me and she too is napping.

Ptolme is in hiding. I think Ptolme is one of the oldest cats in town.

I will be coming home from Cloquet where I was visiting Jana, my niece and former writer of the Austin Daily Herald. She will meet us with someone who is willing to publish. We will meet with him in Duluth and that’s home to a delightful library and Bob Mathias.

Bob was a friend of my brother’s and our family and now is a lawyer or maybe he has retired. I saw him a few years ago at his office and he looked the same. He was a good athlete in Austin.

I was able to get a copy of my book, “You Beau Coup Dien Cai Dau,” printed at Staple’s and now I have my very own Sandisk Cruzer. The Staple employee put it together in a matter of minutes.