Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: He’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law …
A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another, the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another, it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden. If discord arises within one’s family, one should not blame others but should examine one’s own mind and follow a right path.
—The Joy of Mixology: The Consummate Guide to the Bartender’s Craft
by Gary Regan
Yes, I get my philosophy from drinking books!
I like Sundays. Sundays are for sleeping late, a big cup of coffee, CBS Sunday Morning, the farmers market, music, baseball, a cat playing nearby, my husband reading in the chair next to me and a good book. Today’s book was Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I like Gaiman’s way with words.
“There was still a monster in my house, … The dread had not left my soul. But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and very soon, I slept.”
To tell you what this book is about would do it an injustice. It’s a story with depth beyond any synopsis I might give. In this book, you look inside the soul of a person, remembering, living. It must be read. I will read it again.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.
― Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button screenplay