Unbeknownst to you until I explain it in this very moment, I’ve started my second notebook of ramblings since returning to this cafe culture method of writing, old-school-style. Part of the first notebook, and this one as well, surely, is filled with rough ideas and passages for a new project. My whiskers are receptive to new notions on the coming winter wind, and once we switch from holiday mode to the New Year, work on that will take precedence over much else. Until then, we have Mr. Oud to make his holiday rounds before – POOF! – he disappears into the ether region.
A word of warning for those who have enjoyed Mr. Oud’s occasional presence and his fall theme: when he goes away, he won’t say good-bye or stand on any sort of ceremony. He’s an Irish farewell kind of guy even on the most connected day – to expect a fanfare for departure is foolishness bordering on willful stupidity. Do better with your anticipatory ideas! Hmmph!!!! All right, or maybe it’s all wrong, whatever the case, it’s time to end this post, and I’ve reached the bottom of the first page of this new notebook – a very good place to stop.
