7/31: porch morning

It was cool enough this morning to spend time on the porch, mostly with Tilde the Cat, though Chris and the other cats also came out for awhile.  I read some more of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, which I remember loving as a younger person and have wanted to reread; Chris' reading it right now gave me the incentive to actually do it.  Then I decided to do my Friday writing early and take advantage of the unexpected chance to write in nice air.  I wrote about allegory in Yõko Ogawa's Memory Police and similes in Henry Green's Concluding, and I think that helped me bring the odd experiences of reading those novels to a close.