Once in love with Amy

Always in love with Amy

Ever and ever fascinated by her...

I accidentally erased this one...

And then life went on...

And I forgot her...

But she called again on Saturday...three times...

And a very charming voice called: Hello Patricia, how are you doing today?

Neither Amy nor charming voice get it! 

They think I will fall into their spell and take that cruise...

They think  I will rush to my computer and allow them in - it is failing after all...according charming voice. He needs to get in and fix it.

I HATE AMY.

I HATE CHARMING VOICE.

I OBJECT TO THEM THINKING THAT I AM A BLITHERING IDIOT.

And besides...nobody calls me Patricia.

Thank goodness for this beautiful flower called snow on the mountain!

How could I resist a close up...just to make sure he wasn't that Japanese beetle that everyone is fearful of!

In fact he's a sweat bee!

I am a careless photographer. I just...take the picture and sometimes I do not see the bug! I almost threw this picture out but who can resist a green something or other!

Believe it or not, these are mongoose...ring-tailed mongoose...I didn't expect them to look like this! So...the problem of fiction and fact.
Fact One: At school, the room beside me was a Home Economics room. It was run by a very British, very conscientious teacher who taught the children how to make English scones...and jam.
Fact Two: At home, two young women lived next door to me in my apartment building. They were students. Over a month it became obvious to me and to one of the women that the other went out every night with her little dog...not to walk her little dog. She was earning her way through college as a lady of the night.
Fact Three: One Monday, the British lady next door called me in. She had a new student teacher who lived near me and wondered if I could...give her a lift.
Needless to say, the young woman declined and in fact disappeared. Now some thirty years later I realize the poignancy of the situation. And for some reason or other, today I wondered what happened to her.
It was a surreal experience. 

I don't have the appropriate pictures for this entry...but...I've always loved this picture of a cat in a compound on the Serengeti...Alas I doubt that he ever went to a Veterinarian, but he held court and was probably very aware of the lions holding court just outside the door...
For the tourists he was a poignant reminder of home.
But the entry is a fragment:
My superintendent has a love bird. When you go to his door, he answers with the love bird on his shoulder. The love bird seems to understand the discussion and it is distracting. He is a beautiful and much beloved bird. I took my friend and her two children to see him.
The children were charmed. The bird...screeched...he too was excited. As I stood there, I felt a gentle tap...on my waist. I turned around and there stood the six-year-old Korean girl from the next apartment.
She said: "Would you please be quiet. My bunny is trying to sleep." And having delivered her message, she turned and closed her door. We all stood staring. I illogically wondered why the bunny was asleep at ten in the morning...but of course that was not the point.  We all smiled...and the bird...screeched!

I could get used to this talking to oneself once again. I was bemoaning the fact that I had to cancel my trip to Toronto...I am in the midst of a Veterinarian Vortex....
Teeth? Check...
Blood Tests? Check...
Kidney Failure? Not yet but...only Vet food will stay its return...
Dandruff? Wait...that's not dandruff...that's something we can look into...infection? Parasites? Allergies? Oh my goodness...we'll just play with this one!
Heart Murmur? We'll put that aside for a moment...
Weight? Naturally! There's an elephant in the room...something about the mistress?

So I cancelled my trip to Toronto where I was ironically going to visit a former student who is now...a Veterinarian!!!

But there's nothing like a fall nasturtian...
And I just heard of the death of bright young kid with a wicked smile who laughed at my asides...wait...that was long enough ago to make him 61. And that puts things into perspective. I'll get to Toronto...I know that.

When in doubt...choose echinecia!

I've often conjured up these Stephen Crane lines in times of disarray:


I even can imagine the accompanying stick figure!

I accidentally erased my Amy input so I have to do that one again...

A man said to the universe:

“Sir, I exist!”

“However,” replied the universe,

“The fact has not created in me

A sense of obligation.”