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Well, everything else being thankfully ruled out, it appears that Kelsea does have a kidney stone. She was trooper enough to go to school yesterday, but is sleeping in today. Sleep and liquid, that’s what she needs. Hopefully, it will pass soon. At least in my experience, the passing was the easiest part. And I felt better immediately.
It has been amazingly, freakishly, frustratingly windy here the last few days. It makes me not want to go outside. And so, I’m not. I’m watching Rick Steves traipsing through the Mediterranean on public television, experiencing pangs of envy, and wondering if they’ let ME take pictures inside the Mosque of St. Sophia.
The good thing is that it has inspired me to work some more on the Different BVI travel guide. I will start a pitch letter next week.
It’s amazing how fast money flows out when no money is flowing in.
The Interstate Mullet Toss is this weekend and I am missing it. If you’re not familiar with this event, the highlight is a competition in which individuals toss a one-pound dead mullet from within a 10-foot circle on a Perdido Key beach in Alabama, across the state line into Florida. I am determined to go next year.
Gark. It’s nearing noon. Maybe it’s time to take a shower and get dressed. Or maybe it’s time for tequila.
It’s really amusing to watch the dog try to attack the vacuum cleaner attachments.
One of my dearest friends in the world wrote to tell me her cat passed away this week. She and I had just had a wonderful two-hour talk last weekend. Talking to her makes me feel like I’m 17 again. I ache for her. Losing Tug and JT is as vivid today as it was the day I had to have them put down. I wasn’t there when my cat of 20 years died of natural causes. She knew it was coming and said goodbye to me before I left. I don’t know if I could have borne it. But of course I could. One can bear anything if it provides some modicum of comfort to a beloved soul. RIP, Guido, and peace to you, my dear friend.
There is an abundance of magic in this world.
I hate Rick Steves. Why can’t I be Rick Steves?
I have been considering trying silk painting. One of my favorite possessions is a circle of silk with a seascape of Anegada painted on it. It was made by a British woman who used to come camp on the beach and paint. It’s a lovely idea and a lovely piece.