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Pierre Is a Fraud! written @ 7:27 PM on June 15, 2003 We all know how I looooove my cats. I am like Elmira from "Tiny Toons" who simply has to "love 'em and hug 'em and keep 'em for my very own." My peers would say that I torture my cats. Maybe so. My one cat, Pierre, has a habit of running from me every time I walk through the door or enter the room. He hisses every time I pick him up. If he knew how to dial a phone, he would call the animal rights groups after my ass. I can't help it that I see my cats more as pillows than living things. I love my cats! Which is why I'm so horrified. Or maybe jealous is a better word. You see, Mom bought cat treats from the grocery store today, and she pulled them out at the end of dinner and waved them in front of Smokey's face. Smokey just has to eat. So I give him a few treats, he eats them up, and then he climbs onto my lap hunting for more. I tell him, no, Smokey, you've had enough treats. Now, what about Pierre? Mom calls to Pierre. "Pierre," she says. And then she kisses the air calling to him. "Come on down, Pierre. Wake up. You've been sleeping all day." "Yeah, right," I say. "He won't come to that. He doesn't even know his name." "You watch." And sure enough, Pierre came walking down the stairs and looked up at Mom, as if expecting an order. I couldn't fucking believe it! Here was my cat, MY CAT, deliberately being spiteful toward me by obeying a command from my mother as opposed to me! I could call him all I wanted, and he wouldn't even twist an ear to acknowledge that he heard me! I'm so mad at him. I do everything for that cat! *** I've stopped doing what I'd like to call "progressive" genealogy and have begun backtracking on individuals in my database. I've been talking to my mom a lot about individuals in the hopes of getting some character sketches for the people in my family tree. I've had a lot of interesting finds so far. Not that any of my readers would care about people they've never met or heard of before. But I've come to that part in researching where one finds the true gems and pleasures. I mean, having names and dates are one thing, having a real story about a person is completely another. You never want to do genealogy and see only names. You have to look at lives with the information you get from records. You have to look at people in context with history. So I've begun compiling all the info I have on people into binders. I think I'm going to have one binder per surname, and then divide the binder up into generations. Each individual will have their own section filled with anecdotes that I've received from interviews, records, and pictures. This way, the hige six-foot wall chart that I have won't look like a cache of names: some genuine history will be attached. *** I'm still procrastinating from redesigning the sets. I know what I have to do. It's just getting me to do it that's the problem. I think what I'll do is get a sketch of roughly what I want tonight, and then do an ink study on Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday I'm going to revisit the theater, talk to the director more, and get a sense of the space. On Thursday I'll finalize it. If only I can motivate myself to do step #1, though... The problem is that there is so much that I want to do. I want to paint, I want to comb the internet for my records to fill my genealogy binders, I want to finish the filler chapters in Book One... *sigh* Well, here goes...
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