Today I celebrate Greg, tall and elegant, who named his cat Dog...what more need one say?

I may have already used this sequence and if I have, I'll fix it later. I have a dilemma...a rather fun dilemma but a dilemma. I was involved in the rescue of a wonderful little cat, Charley, declawed on all four paws. He has joined a British lady of 90 who still drives and walks her son's labradoodle daily. The problem is that she has renamed him (operative word) Pixie. He is rather pixie like and evidently she comes from that part of England where pixies are very much a part of the folklore but...how do I tell the cat rescuer who facilitated the rescuer and who is quite literal? The other rather poignant reason why the lady has used the name Pixie is because when she was 11(79 years ago) she and her best friend came down with tuberculosis. She survived; her friend died...and her friend's name was Pixie...so I think I will just avoid the car rescuer's queries. The cat is just very happy to have a lap to curl up on!

The dorky computer kid in the back of the computer is at it again. You don't really want to write here; you want to write there so I will reply with my favourite line, "Whatever."

The flower people in the botanical gardens have really tried hard and I respect their craftsmanship but it doesn't compare to the real thing!

I can just sit and look at a page such as the following and smile and smile and smile and remember how these wonderful dogs loved to lean against one just to ensure their presence!

http://www.fernhill.com/whats-new/january-2011-to-february-2012/

I grew up in an era where there were schools for Protestants and Catholics...my friend attributes her life path to the Sisters of Saint Joseph and the Sisters of Mercy...I don't know whether I would have survived the nuns but they certainly stood her in good stead...and I rather like to say Hail Mary's when I'm in trouble...

I suppose I am overdoing the Chihuly...but it's such a neat name!

On the art of aging:
The thought has crossed my mind that perhaps I should go gray...My hair dresser has promised that once it no longer works, she will tell me. She will line up behind those who have promised to tell me when I should go into assisted living - there's a euphemism!
But I have to confess that I really don't dwell on it and when a voice cries out of the crowd, "Miss Machin?!" I know I have to keep the colour not to look younger but so that students from bygone years will still recognize me!