Junior cat Adelaide has demanded attention as only cats can
Adelaide looking at the birds outside.
She has been around my ankles whenever I have been seated; znd mostly when I have wanted. to read a good book.(This is new behaviour)
But mostly Adelaide has demanded to be outside (to search for Ada maybe?).
Adelaide takes no prisoners. She begins her yowling to be let out (and it us a "yowl" not a "miaow") as early as 4:00 a.m., and she keeps it up for up for as much as forty-five minutes; indeed she keeps it up until I bow to her superior will.
I think that domestic cats should also be indoor cats. In principle I prefer to keep them inside where they will be much less susceptible to disease, and unable to prey on small birds.
Nevertheless my high minded principles have had to submit to Adelaide's incessant pleas.
All this is in the face of the rules of my Condominium Association: rules which insist that cats be kept inside.
I respect those rules in principle,.
I disrespect the rules when "Addie" has worn me down with her sad cries.
The Condo Assoc. has the right to fine me, or to imprison me, or to transport me to Catalonia.
I refuse to bow down before the rules in the face of these possible penalties. I will allow Adelaide her freedom ........
..... except and unless the Condo. Assoc rules that I be flogged with this
AN INVITATION TO BRAVE SPACE, by Micky ScottBey Jones
Together we will create brave space Because there is no such thing as "safe space" We exist in the real world We all carry scars and we have all caused wounds. In this space We seek to turn down the volume of the outside world, We amplify voices that fight to be heard elsewhere, We call each other to more truth and love We have the right to start somewhere and continue to grow. We have the responsibility to examine what we think we know. We will not be perfect. This space will not be perfect. It will not always be what we wish it to be But It will be our brave space together, And We will work on it side by side.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One of the blessings of being an early riser is that I get to listen to Krista Tippett's "ON BEING" programme. It is broadcast on WUSF radio in Sarasota at 6:00 a.m. on Sunday Mornings. It's food for the soul…
Astrid Nicosia was a parishioner when I was the Vicar at St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church in Chicopee, MA. (1980-1984). She, born in Norway, was a delightful, sweet, gracious and deeply intuitive woman.
Her husband Dominic Nicosia was born in Sicily. He was a bit gruff. But he had a nice and wry sense of humour. The Lord alone knows how and when a Norwegian woman would marry a Sicilian man!
My beloved mother met Astrid on one of Mum’s visits from the U.K. to the U.S.A. These two fabulous women “hit it off” immediately.
Michael and Cindy Tourville also attended St. Christopher’s. They were then a young and fairly newlywed couple, with two young sons.
As it happens, they lived right next door to Dominic and Astrid.
Twenty eight years later, Michael Tourville has written an affectionate and moving account of his (and Cindy’s), mysterious and grace-filled encounters with Astrid. It’s a fabulous tale, one that gives me Goosebumps as I remember the fabulous Astrid. Here is the publishers…
Last Monday I attended a $100 a plate benefit for people with AIDS. I was a guest of new friends Terrell and Carol H-rt.
Terrell is, in his own words, a reformed redneck. His son died from AIDS complications. Terrell is now a powerful advocate for those who have AIDS,
Carol and I have one thing in common. She also has sky-dived. But she did so “in the nude”.
But C and T are not spring chickens. Both are older than I! And they are wilder than I.
The food at the benefit was terrific. The entertainment was grim. We were serenaded by six drag queens. They were older men who looked, not like gorgeous women, but like men in women’s clothing. They lip synched quite dreadfully.
But the cause was good, and my table company companions were entirely pleasant.
On Wednesday I was with 9 friends at the “Irish Rover”, a local Irish pub. My friends Ron and Charlotte Thompson drew us all together.
The food was “traditional Irish/English”, with fish and chips, shepherd’s pie, and bangers & mash…