Smokingboot

The night before last I woke up with that song about Andy Kaufman in my head (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEFpxCF4cxM)

Was he funny? A genius perhaps, and I remember loving him in Taxi but was he actually funny? I can never work it out. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxp23Gkvn9g

I went out to check on our three new tomato plants gifted by AS. My instinct is that we're not going to have enough sunshine for these, especially through this dark rainy summer, but we'll try to look after them. Raw toms aren't favourites of mine unless drowned in olive oil, garlic and salt, but this is the first time I ever experienced the scent of living tomato plants. It's so fresh and delectable! They're worth growing just for the fragrance. In complete contrast, much later, cigar smoke and whiskey hung low over the front room. I like that too, but it gives me a headache fast. Right now, sensory stuff is more intense than usual, no reason for it, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Meanwhile:

The Leopard

When they told me I had cancer
And the world stopped before
It turned over and stopped again
Grinding gears in the silence
With the answer ‘To find my way I
Will go into the desert I
Will go into the mountains I
Will find forest and jungle I
Will prowl along the sea I
Will turn into a leopard
Solitary under the sun
Carrying moons in my eyes
My lanterns of strange promise.'
When they see my paw prints
Where the sand and foam meet
When they will see my claw strikes
On the limbs of curving trees
They will know me as a fierce thing
Made of jade and fire
Not some lost hunched up woman
weeping at her death.