Well, I completed the task of shifting stuff over to the new Collected Writings website, and I’ve put a modest little link in the sidebar here. All that remains is to find a way to hook the Barbellion photo tribute pages in and to re-hash the contents page, adding a way to leave comments and, perhaps, an ‘About’ page. No promises on the latter–I hate writing ‘About’ pages.
There has to be a link back here, of course, and then I can plug it all into the major search engines and wait for the trickle of visitors that makes for fame in my segment of the internet.
So far as I can tell–my eyes were getting a bit bleary at the very end–the works finish in around 2005. While my writing output has slowed somewhat in the intervening four years, there has been an intermittent trickle since, sometimes amounting to a short-lived flood. I need to decide, then, how best to accommodate this newer stuff and, indeed, anything new that comes along from here on out.
I’ve enjoyed having a heavy-weight project on the desk. Now we must see how I get on with keeping the whole structure up to date.
This ought to be new tyre day. And shopping. I’m feeling a little weary, though, and am mightily tempted by Dolly’s suggestion that I might like to go back to bed for a good long nap after a little something for breakfast. Mayhap. When she herds me along the hallway and up the stairs it’s incredibly difficult to resist.
It’s a lovely thought, really, that I have no duties that demand my attention, and that if I don’t dust, no-one will see it but Dolly and me. And Dolly really doesn’t notice dust.
It seems to me, John, a nap with a Dolly cuddle is an entirely appropriate way to celebrate completion of a project. It also restores your vim and vigor for the run for tire/tyre and shopping. Although one cannot herd cats, it is well known that cats can herd poets.
Oh Dolly, my dear…. What would we do without you? Just keep on taking care of our poet!
How lovely, Dolly herding you. They do do it though don’t they. Wonderful, wonderful pussycat friends.
So that is what “orange kitty” is doing when he twines himself between my legs as we retrieve the newspaper? Somehow, that little orange cat has founded a tradition.
Doesn’t notice dust? How wise, the ways of the cat!
As always, Dolly is a most wise feline.
Just back from reading about Harry breaking the law. It’s good to have the stories back. And if there’s a chance of more . . .
No, no, don’t give in. Get the tires. Let Dolly nap.
I only notice dust on vehicles where someone scrawls ‘wash me’.
Oh, gracious! Bonnie, you’ll give me a stitch in my side yet!!
“Time and tide wait on no man”… but tyres just lie there patiently until the mechanic puts them on.
Cats! Wonderful, wonderful cats! I can’t imagine a life without one, pointing the way to bed time, get up time, feeding time and lap/cuddle/scritch time! In short, felis domesticus, long may they reign! Viva!