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Mack the Knife: Louis Armstrong
June 28, 2016Fern Update
June 22, 2016Fern came home yesterday. The vet said that she has major heart issues. The medication for that is in conflict with her kidney medication so he doesn’t know how Fern will react. She threw a clot and has a leg on which she is limping. Last night I couldn’t find her. I was out of my mind frantic. I knew she was in the house, but despite how many times I checked and rechecked I didn’t find her. I was up most of the night and hunted throughout the house every half hour or so. At 10 to 4 this morning I heard a noise from upstairs. I ran to the stairs and she was at the top. I brought her downstairs and fed her and gave her water. She ate half the can and drank all the water. I went to bed at 5:30. This morning I couldn’t find her again. I called and when I went in the living room she was there. She ate and drank more water, and I was able to give her morning meds for heart and kidney. I watched her go upstairs and she turned into my room. I think she was in the eaves and I missed her. It is just wait and see time.
No Need for Panic in the Streets
June 3, 2016Hello, Coffee Crowd, this is Kat’s sister Sheila coming to you with breaking news, literally, breaking news: Kat’s internet is down for the count. She is in the midst of an electronic meltdown. She asked me to post to let you know so that you wouldn’t worry. Right now, she is phoning Comcast and hoping they will have the solution to her problems. I’m sure she will give you all the lurid details later. Enjoy your day, dear friends, and pray for your Coffee Pundit to rejoin the internet highway soon!
Homegrown Tomatoes: Guy Clark
May 17, 2016Guy Clark, the songwriter behind numbers like “L.A. Freeway” and “Desperados Waiting for a Train,” died today in his home in Nashville due to complications from a long illness. The exact cause of death is unknown. He was 74.
Music Uploading
May 8, 2016Box is having problems with uploading from a MAC. They are working to solve it. Meanwhile, they gave a process to follow which will allow uploading and sharing. It was beyond me.
Music
May 5, 2016I know today is Cinco de Mayo, but right now I haven’t time to post a couple of songs. I have to get to an appointment. I promise if you’ll return later, you’ll find Cinco de Mayo here!
“I wonder what ants do on rainy days?”
April 26, 2016We had rain earlier, but I don’t think it was much as I never heard it. The day is cool and dark. Grace and Fern are here with me but Maddie is hiding. I managed to give her some medicine last night and haven’t seen her since. I checked her usual places, but she has found someplace new. She’ll turn up just in time to get medicine again. After that, I expect her to pack her bags and leave without even saying goodbye.
In the dampness of the morning, I walked around the front garden. All sorts of flowers are peeking out of the ground. I haven’t an idea of what any of them are. Some have spread and my burning bush which was cut to the ground last fall has several small branches. I was worried but was reassured by Sebastien, my landscaper and my neighbor. He was right.
It never entered my head that I would care about a garden or flowers. Even when I first moved in, I didn’t care so much. The garden was behind the front fence so nobody could see my neglect. When Sebastien planted the lawn, he suggested I move the fence behind the garden. That’s when I started to buy plants. I bought perennials and a few annuals but the garden was still sparse looking. I still didn’t care all that much until I saw a garden filled with color and flowers, and it was beautiful. I started buying flowers. I think I have an addiction as I buy some every year. This year, I already have a list, but I need to do some refining. I want flowers which bloom at different times during the summer and fall so the garden will always have color. I’m still taken aback by my flower enthusiasm.
It has started raining again. Maddie just showed up from wherever she has been hiding. She is allowing me to pat her. That will last only for a while as soon enough it will be time for her medicine.
I have always found the rain subduing. Even when I was little I wanted to hear the rain and nothing else. School seemed quiet when it rained. I remember the sounds of papers being moved and pages being turned but no conversations. I don’t even remember the nun teaching us. She too must have listened to the rain. I remember seeing her sitting at her desk looking at papers, but I always thought she was really listening to the rain.
