I guess you all need an update. I have chosen to take my master's in occupational therapy, and am signed in and paid for classes to begin Monday. I love my beautiful young woman adviser, and am happy in the town I'm in. Life couldn't be better, but it could be cooler. More later. Oh, for Lord's sake, not that way.

Oh, Lord. The scarlet lady is at it again. Lucy has a new admirer. He's the bartender at Enoch's, an Irish pub down on Louisville -- 10-12 blocks from home.

Lucy needs stimulation beyond me, and it's a good source for the rare gin-and-tonic. Today was Lucy's second visit. John gave her due admiration and another French fry. The handsome man knows how to go after a girl's heart.

She bitched all the way home.

I just read the word "kapok" for the first time in decades. It's in The Coroner's Lunch by Colin Cotterill.

Because I can, Yes I Can Can, I used a Pointer Sisters song in the discussion area for the psychology course (positive thinking). Then I ran across this great country song:

Happy Father's Day!



A good many people at Youtube have said these are baby goats. Look at 'em. I have to agree. Kids.
Some lambs there in the upper right. Regardless, how cute can a being get?

Lyman's cousin invited me to a workshop yesterday at her shop.  Had a great time with a small group of women.

Here is my result, using Annie Sloan paint and stencils:

And for something completely different: