I am surrounded by virgin marys….the lack of capitals is intentional...sweet, innocent, well-intentioned people that make my Irish blood boil!

So I stepped out of my car this morning and lost two cards immediately. Why do I not close purses? Why do I not close doors? Why do I not close drawers? I don't like to finish...I guess that's it...but thank goodness I saw the cards dropping.

Turning 80 should make one consider one's mortality.
Turning 80 should make one consider what is undone.
Turning 80 should make one want to go for walks
Turning 80 should cause one to propound on something...anything.
So far none of this has happened and I am reduced to stealing neat stuff from facebook.

Don't look back. You're not going that way anymore. 

Lie some dead flowers on a piece of black paper and voila!


...but it is the drawn-together life we are muted by.

I know that real photographers do not do this to their pictures...but I love playing...and the original was a bit out of focus anyway!

The word of the day...
bouche-trou
Personne, objet n'ayant pas d'autre utilité que de combler une place vide.
I used to be a bouche-trou for my mother's choir when everyone was away...I would put on a gown but I had to swear not to actually sing! There was good reason for that.