I laughed at the bizarreness of it! Check out the website to understand why she is doing this. Also see the video where she is a snail. I think it’s great.

Who? :)

This week an amazing thing happened to me. Walking to my car in a parking lot, I was feeling grief over the loss of my dog and noticed something on the pavement right next to my drivers side door. I bent down and pick up a tiny rubber dog statue in a sitting position, lost by a child perhaps. Can you imagine the awareness, the emotional lightness that came over me as I realised my dog was telling me he was okay and that he loved me. A coincidence? Right next to my car door? I think not.

I’ve always found it interesting in regards to who puts what in the fridge. European counties, I’m sure some Americans as well, do not put many of the items in there that I do. Ketscup, mustard, what else? In my fridge, pretty much everything that is in a jar or container, and has been opened once, except PB. Those little packets of sauces or mustards that you get with take out and never use, then throw out a year later, condiments, bread, wheat wraps, yogurt based margerine/butter, egg beaters, not enough veggies, Romano Regiano cheese, deli sliced turkey, brown sugar, dried apricots……….. Frozen items: ground turkey breast meat, chicken, shrimp, burritos, frozen veggies, sugar free fudgicles, knuckle bones for my 8 yr old lab who was put to sleep 8/7 due to a pathologic fracture Osteo Sarcoma. Getting off track…………….. Also, freeze what I cook up on weekends containing protein and veggies to bring to work for lunch all week.

AFFIRMATION To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a grandfather dies. Then we row for years on the midsummer pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage, that began without harm, scatters into debris on the shore, and a friend from school drops cold on a rocky strand. If a new love carries us past middle age, our wife will die at her strongest and most beautiful. New women come and go. All go. The pretty lover who announces that she is temporary is temporary. The bold woman, middle-aged against our old age, sinks under an anxiety she cannot withstand. Another friend of decades estranges himself in words that pollute thirty years. Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge and affirm that it is fitting and delicious to lose everything. Donald Hall

“Sea-Fever” “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.” John Masefield’s ===========

Thoreau’s Cape Cod autumn The richest rug imaginable spread over an uneven surface; no damask nor velvet, nor Tyrian dye or stuffs, nor the work of any loom, could ever match it.”

Thought this was appropriate, due to the typo in my previous entry. Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam The moving finger writes; and having writ, Moves on: nor all your piety nor wit, Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all they tears wash out a word of it.

This poem is about having self-compassion and sense of our own fundamental worth. Love After Love The time will come When, with elation You will greet yourself arriving At your own door, in your own mirror, And each will smile at the other’s welcome. and say, sit here, Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, and who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on you life. Derek Walcott

My forever young, beautiful, and committed lover, Elvis Presley, free of addictions, looking deeply into my eyes and singing Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.