I am a collector of fragments. I have no idea where this one came from but it was too rich not to note!

The face of the pear-shaped man reminded me of the mashed turnips that Aunt Mildred used to serve alongside the Thanksgiving turkey. As he got out of the strawberry-hued car, his immense fists looked like two slabs of slightly gnawed ham. He waddled over to the counter and snarled at me under his lasagna-laden breath. “Something, my little bonbon, is fishy in Denmark.”


Slowly I lowered my grilled cheese sandwich…”

The whole of Montreal is on the fringe...at the mercy of young idealists who think that Charest is a misguided father...and no misguided father would discipline with police...

Charest is not my father...he is an elected official serving the majority...I am in the majority...I want police protection.

I have been on strike.
I have demonstrated.
I have never thrown billiard balls.
I have never broken windows and vandalized buildings.

I am terrified at the moment...not for my safety...but of the fact innocence has been lost to idealism.

The parents of these young leaders knew the value of a good education. They paid for their children to have the best.

It was money ill-spent.

A most wonderful blog that I forgot about!

http://theanimalarium.blogspot.ca/

How could I not mention Meryl, Amber's buddy, whose joy in life is to lie on the path and eat sticks.

Last night I was up on the mountain and I saw a very large raccoon eating a very large home baked loaf of bread. He was out in the open at the edge of the parking lot. Three hours later I returned and he was still there. It evidently takes a long time for a raccoon to eat a loaf of bread...

This is not a raccoon. Naturally I didn't have my camera with me when I should have. This is Amber whom I also met on a different part of the mountain. She is a Cairn terrier and proud of it!

Dear Diary!

This too will pass.
If it's not broken, don't fix it!
What am I? Chopped liver?

It's been a rough five days but nothing compared to the five days that others have experienced...

I keep telling myself that...and it's true...and...thank goodness for these wonderful bird houses on Sherbrooke Street. I've been meaning to take this picture forever.

I can't wait to get back up the mountain to check out the trilliums...

There's something else I wanted to say...but...I forgot! It will come back to me.