Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Rain and Ruperts

"When the rain comes, they run and hide their heads."

I was humming that song while coaxing Rupert out into the monsoon around 7:00 a.m. He wanted no part of it, quickly lifting his leg on the bamboo that grows rampant in the back yard and tugging to go back home. He's still beneath the covers. I've been keeping him company.

I've been reading Andy Warhol's diary now for weeks. I'm up to page 467 and there's still tons more. I've renewed at the library twice now so I can finish it. There's a line from one of Mary Ellen's poems that best describes my reading this book: I was taken in. This book has been with me so long now I can "hear" Andy's whine as I read it and I feel as if I know all the people he does. It's a fascinating look into a creative mind.

And what have I liked best? Andy has a trusted, loyal assistant....and his name is Rupert.


garnett109 said...

Snowing in my neck of the woods N.E. Pa.

Sunny said...