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  As 2021 Grinds to a Close... ...we find ourselves still in a hotel in Italy ("Cat in the Rain," Part Five). And it is raining. Still. George Saunders Dec 29 To review, we ended the last post by reading the following: With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her. “Ha perduto qualque cosa, Signora?” “There was a cat,” said the American girl. “A cat?” “Si, il gatto.” “A cat?” the maid laughed. “A cat in the rain?” “Yes,” she said, “under the table.” Then, “Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.” When she talked English the maid’s face tightened. “Come, Signora,” she said. “We must get back inside. You will be wet.” “I suppose so,” said the American girl. They went back along the gravel path and passed in the door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American ...

  In Which Things Start Happening Fast(er) "Cat in the Rain," Part Four George Saunders Dec 26 Hope your holidays were, or are, going great. I’m writing this entry a little early, so I don’t know how bad this Omicron thing has gotten.  But I hope you are all safe and healthy and that this immersion in (aka “long slog through”) “Cat in the Rain” is providing some diversion from whatever is going on in the world.  What I found while writing  A Swim in a Pond in the Rain  was that concentrating on a story like this for a few hours a day helped me get through the rest of the day in a better spirit. It gave me confidence that my mind was still working and that, at least in that small domain, the world still made some sense. I’m finding it really nice to be doing this exercise with this extended community that is so full of people with good intentions, working together energetically and positively. Hope you feel the same way. We closed last time by reading the followi...