Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.

I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


He is always so well groomed. He lives indoors. No danger. Food always available to him. And he probably sleeps on some wonderful fluffy thing or another. He is rarely in the rain. Never dirty. Gets petted and talked to all the time. Whenever the loud, rolling machine leaves with them inside, he gets to go along. I have to stay. By myself.


Every time I see him, he's hooked to a leash.

The old cat gave a long, walking stretch and hopped up on the wicker porch chair. Content.


Ben said...


The Daily Connoisseur said...

A cat on a leash? lol. It was all going so well until that moment. I was thinking I wanted to be that cat!

Uncle Beefy said...

Ah, yes... it is good to be king!

Nicely done, M. Lane. Hoping your eyes have stopped hurting after today's post. Sorry.