it was always burning

September 1, 2001

Adopt these cats at Merrimack River Feline Rescue Society

Today's Reading:
Anna Édes by Deszö Kosztolányi, Birds of Siberia by Henry Seebohm

This Year's Reading:
2001 Book List

This Year's Bird List:
Plum Island Bird List

Today's Starting Pitcher:
Pedro Martinez

Today's Photos:

Fiona

Floyd

Missy

Willie

Providence at Night

WaterFire

Note: Porch and Patio not shown here. See MRFRS web site.

	More cats. And more cats. And more cats. Please spay/neuter your pet. Please take responsibility for your pet and don't abandon him/her to fend for herself on the streets. End soap box. Meet the newbies, text is verbatim what I wrote for the MRFRS web site: Fiona gives affection on her own terms and prefers to be an only cat. Once you and Fiona get to know each other, you could be a wonderful one cat household. Floyd is looking for a woman owner in a quiet home without children or dogs. He's 10 years old and very affectionate - especially to women. Missy is a love. She's 6 years old and declawed so will need to be an indoor cat. Are you the right one for her? Willie loves to play. He's an affectionate, happy kitten who can't wait for you to pat him. Porch and Patio came to us all matted, covered with fleas, and infested with ear mites. They still love people though! Now that they're all cleaned up they enjoy visiting the elders at a local nursing home with our Purrfect Companions volunteers. Porch is the gray and white male. Patio is the white female.

And Sandy got returned. Poor Sandy . I was so happy when he found a home because he just loves people (and donuts). Apparently he clawed his adopter's face severely while the guy was sleeping and now the poor guy can't sleep 'cause he's afraid of Sandy. There's got to be a right home for Sandy somewhere. I just know it.

Fitting all this cat stuff into the weekends now that I've rejoined the 24/7 high speed high-tech economy is tough. When Gail and Marianne were off to the nursing home with Porch and Patio I really wanted to go. But there's laundry and groceries and a relationship to be tended in Rhode Island so I am off to Providence.

Tonight's WaterFire is supposedly the 100th. I still have my T-shirt from Second Fire, which was supposed to be a one time only reprise of the original WaterFire. I don;t think Barnaby Evans knew how popular it would become or what it would end up meaning to the city of Providence.

The wind picked up and sparks began to fly. As I walked along the river watching the flames and their reflections the line from that song "we didn't start the fire, it was always burning" kept running through my head. WaterFire is so thoroughly part of Providence that it does feel like it was always burning. I can picture Roger Williams and the Narragansett walking by the river watching the flames in the 17th century night, greeting each other with "What cheer, Netop."

Maybe it was always burning.