Friday, November 25, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Rose in repose in partial sun on the dining table
Rose is a male cat.
Herself had picked the name
before she picked him up.
Weeks later - not a female as purported.
If he spoke English, we believe,
he would sound like Russell Crowe.
He is a Gladiator, a Spartacat.
His contribution to the household to-day:
One mynah bird, one fieldmouse - deceased.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Last night, herself and I watched - as devoted Aaron Pederson fans would have done - Grange. The stars are Aaron and Wadi Dona and one of Australia's most famous and valuable products, Penfold's Grange. How we enjoyed it!
And then to bed. And herself dreamed! She dreamed she had invited Aaron to Christmas Dinner. Her good friend, Leigh, arrived and sat down beside him. Thinks herself - You're not going to sit there right through lunch. But guess what? She did - putting herself into a simmering steam and great disappointment when she awoke this morning. As for me I once got a great big hug from Aaron. It was about seven years ago - and I still bask in the warm glow of the memory.