The daily chuckle

I’m frustrated with the some of the antics on Dear Diary, and I’m frustrated with some of the doings in my life. I never thought anything of keeping two diaries on DD. They have two entirely different purposes. One is more of a newsletter than anything else, keeping a group of people up to date…

Our best friends are innocents. Instead of opinion, they offer acceptance. Instead of judgement, they comfort. They do not hold back, but love without reserve. We whose pets entrust their love to us Know that the price is paid in their leaving. Their flame is too bright, their love too pure Their trust too complete…

This could have been a summer from my youth. The heat was sticky, heavy – a wet winter coat that could not be doffed and hung up on the rack to dry. The storms were violent, pounding and alive with the smell of ozone and wet garden. The mornings were covered in dew and mist…

I have some preliminary information back from the vet on the kitten. She was thirsty and ravenous, and has been tearing through all the food she’s been offered. I had requested they do an FIV/FeLV test on her, and she’s turned out to be negative for both diseases. A preliminary coag panel was also done…

Most of these are longer, story songs. 7. Roads to Moscow – Al Stewart A twist ending that is no twist ending if you know your history. I didn’t know my history the first time I listened to this song. I went back to the books to learn about this period of time. And still…

I’m still taking the bead class, and still liking it. I’ve purchased the bare necessities to start practicing at home, and I’ve signed up for the second installment. I’ve gotten better at it, and while I don’t pretend to possess any true talent, I think I have some good ideas. This last lesson we played…