Remains
Sep03

Remains

Leaf remains. Who says I don’t have dead leaves for the Fall? Just thought it was cool… Looks like it was dipped in gold when the sun hits it… From the Florida Room, a.k.a. ‘Office': Bree strutting around wearing her bandanna and carrying a chewy. Used to take nothing but wonderful pictures of her but these days they all look like crap. She’s a hoot. After I put the bandanna on -which she loves and was so...

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The Long Hot Summer
Aug31

The Long Hot Summer

If you don’t hear from me in a week, I’ll be at the Nacional Hotel in Mexico City, room 703.Remember this movie? I have to reload my hard drive. Fun and games, eh? Anything for a break from the Long Hot Summer. I’m almost ready to believe in glowball worming! I love that this happens… You can keep Patrick Stewart. Shatner’s the man. He’s 83, still working like a dog and loving it. William Shatner is...

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A Bath and A Cookie
Aug22

A Bath and A Cookie

The baths come more frequently when I’m blowing coat! The cookie is the important bit! Can you see the guard hairs? When she’s almost dry they stand out almost at attention. Two down, Bree to...

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Doctor My Eyes
Jun30

Doctor My Eyes

Sunset one evening. The blue bit reminded me of a child who just doesn’t want to go to bed… My sister-in-law had someone make this for me; it’s Bree, hanging onto a heart. And, to quote Ms. Martyr: That’s about right. Heard this on the way to the grocery store this morning and it goes quite well with my overall mood. I am blissfully unaware of current events… well, that’s how I stay...

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Graviola
Jun23

Graviola

The soursop tree is burdened -really good word for it- with these huge fruit. Already four have fallen and been consumed by bugs… and of course one stubby dog. Guess I won’t bathe her til the you-know-what passes… Bree looks rangy, but it’s just the camera angle. She’s eating like a horse and gets a good workout every day. These are for perspective. The soursop I see online aren’t nearly this...

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Fischer’s Lovebird
Jun15

Fischer’s Lovebird

Someone’s pet escaped and is living in a moss-laden oak tree across the street. After an exhaustive search googling we identified him as a Fischer’s Lovebird. I call him Popeye. On our way to see Popeye. He seems really sweet, making a clatter until we are directly beneath him and then he chirps with us… and he used to have a companion, but… HEY! Guess who just came to see me?? I was pouring a second cup of...

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