I just bought the most amazing rocking chair... ever. Obviously, I've been thinking quite a bit about rocking chairs in general because of Kyle's amazing rocking chair project and all the fascinating stories each rocking chair seems to have. I brought it home, sat in it and rocked myself into a hitherto unrealized comfort zone... and Roswell, because she knows babies were meant to be rocked, jumped immediately into my lap, purring loudly and lacerating my legs with her claws. All the cats, in fact, seem to be utterly fascinated by it; and I am in love with it.

I'm trying to read Zelda in fairly small doses because her story is so numbingly sad... and her writing, as evidenced by the few fragments of letters printed in the biography, is stunningly beautiful -- her powers of description are unlike anything I've ever read. Her journals, in fact, were so unusual and brilliant, that Scott borrowed them during their courtship, taking them to NY with him and showing them to his friends, all of whom were so struck by the startling originality of her writing that they spoke of these journals in awe for the rest of their lives. When I think that those journals are lost forever, I grieve for the loss to American literature... and wonder what insights they might have revealed....

Kyle is off to Tennessee today, and I already miss him -- When I come home, I still look eagerly into the sitting room before shutting the door behind me, a smile on my face... but only five salivating cats demanding food are there to greet me. And an awesome rocking chair!!!