Montreal has such wonderful sculptures. I just found this old horoscope...it still applies...Lately Aries you remind me of an oak that's growing sideways out of a hill. You're healthy and strong yet at odds with the more vertical route the other oaks are taking. Personally, I see nothing wrong with this. But then, I've made a career out of going against the grain. if you do want to continue evolving in your current direction, you should probably thicken your bark...I mean, skin. The Guardians of the Way Things Have Always Been Done will be coming around soon to ask you loaded questions.

I am tentatively back...I hope...and I am signing in with my favourite flower...the cosmos!

Alas...I got side-tracked and I lost a month.
Today was delicious...simply delicious...weather wise.
It was humbling in that I had to make appointments with the professionals to prove that I was not excessively aggressive and can see well enough to drive...I am about to hit that age...
My day was made when meeting two wonderful dogs...one of whom was a cross between a Great Dane and a pit bull...and a bit of cow...in colouring and the fact that she loved to eat grass...She had a wonderful head. The other deserves a medal. We have a chihuahua in the community who has attitude. Evidently said chihuahua challenged said dog and said dog peed on said chihuahua...the fact that said chihuahua is owned by a city councillor made the story even more delicious!

Ooops...it happened again...I got side-tracked and a whole month vanished...
Today is delicious and so...
First I had to made a doctor's appointment. Quebec wants proof that I can see and am not excessively aggressive before they give me a driving licence

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!