The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #252: The Cat Came Back
One or more persons during a certain period drop their usual motives for movement and action, their relations,
their work and leisure activities, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the
encounters they find there.
It's a bike ride.
Started by user nathansnider and user theroyalacademy.
It meets every Wednesday at 8:30pm at California Donuts #21.
We ride at 9pm.
We'll endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight).
On the fifth year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other people's rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- certainly more amateurish enthusiasm
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
- A medium pace (maybe not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- We're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light.
- Maybe some distance;maybe some hills
- Victory donuts!
The Cat Came Back
You thought you would miss the cat, but no. He didn't even give you a chance to start grieving. Of course, he was
a cat and had never been all that concerned with your feelings anyway, so it was not out of character for him to
come back the very next day, acting as if nothing had happened.
But something had happened. Something was different. Was it the the slowed movement, the disturbing
slackness of the jaw, the craving for brains instead of lasagna? It was so hard to be sure...
You had missed him all the previous times he'd left, even worried about it for weeks afterward, but you were sure
that this return was genuine. For as long as the brains lasted, anyway, and they weren't running out for quite
some time. Finally, you could sit back in your armchair free of worry, relaxing with your cat - your undead cat, who
30 miles this week; a couple hills; some off-road portions that may be walked.
Talk, talk, talk...
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The hacienda must be built.