Chuck loves looking down from the top of the stairs.

Chuck surveying the world
“Never try to outstubborn a cat.”-Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
Chuck loves looking down from the top of the stairs.

Chuck surveying the world
“Never try to outstubborn a cat.”-Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

William Morris Quote
I didn’t post anything yesterday, because it was my lovely best friend’s birthday. I was too busy partying it up at a place with incredible views. Like this:

Pretty Party View
“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”-Albert Camus
Place du Theatre-Francais, Spring by Camille Pissarro (1898)

Place du Theatre-Francais, Spring by Camille Pissarro (1898)
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.”-Hal Borland
Wilfred Owen, English poet, was born on 18 March 1893.

Wilfred Owen
“All a poet can do today is warn.”-Wilfred Owen
He was killed in action during World War I, shortly before the Armistice.
Dame Rebecca West died on 15 March 1983. She was ninety.

Rebecca West
“It is always one’s virtues and not one’s vices that precipitate one into disaster.”-Rebecca West
“It isn’t only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.”-Rebecca West, The Birds Fall Down
Fun Fact: Rebecca West and H.G. Wells were the parents of author Anthony West (1914-1987). The latter had a contentious-at-best relationship with his mother, who never married his much-adored father. Let’s just say that his childhood was a sticky, complicated mess and leave it at that.
[This originally appeared on the blog one year ago.]
Oh, Jean-Louis. You problematic, magnetic SOB. Ninety-two years to the day after your birth, and we-the writers, readers, and open souls of the world-still cannot escape your torturous orbit. As for me: my heart is willing, but my mind is not quite able to sprint the final few yards into your embrace. I promise to try again, like I always do. You know how it goes. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s the two of us, together. I love you and hate you and love-hate-hate-love you. This dance we do will never end; the steps and the rhythm will change, but the tune will echo to eternity. Until next time.
Love and kisses and shrugs,
Maedez

On the Road
“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”-Jack Kerouac
“An author never has a vacation. He’s a walking sponge, sopping up impressions till he’s saturated, then going to his desk and squeezing them out on paper.”-Ben Ames Williams, Leave Her to Heaven
“Earth’s crammed with heaven…But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.”-Elizabeth Barrett Browning (born on 6 March 1806)

Blue #2 by Georgia O’Keeffe (died on 6 March 1986), circa 1916.