Such a busy week.

There was the summer solstice last Tuesday. Of course, that meant a trip out to the Stonehenge replica outside of Goldendale to perform a pagan ritual or two. You will all be stunned at how difficult it is to find a virgin willing to sacrifice themselves to some not quite believable god.


Then there was the 70th birthday party for Cheerios. All the planning and the execution: it was nerve racking.



And New York became the 6th state (along with the District of Columbia) to recognize gay marriage. Wow, totally awesome. I’m almost ready to take back all those horrible things I’ve said about you breeders over the decades.

The Last Day of Spring

Perhaps summer will come tomorrow; or perhaps it will just be another lousy day in paradise.

Dorothy is gone. I know I should be sad, and a big part of me is, but there is that part that ...

Total turmoil.

And Brad is gone, too. One of my main faces from the Hood River Bridge Club, one of the few who remember Wayno from his days in the club, has also passed.

But summer is tomorrow.

It will be good.

Happy Father's Day

Shouldn't there be a horse show somewhere?

At long last!

The peonies are peoning!
Auntie Bea's irises are irising!

Festival d’Avignon

Yes, we received our guide to the Festival d’Avignon in the mail today. The south of France’s premier theatre festival wants us to return. Apparently Richard and I were the life of the party last year. If we don’t attend, they are afraid it will be a dismal failure this year.

But alas, we need to take a year off. The cosmic signs don’t point to a European vacation this year. The cosmic signs point to Canada this year. So, Richard and I will vacation in Montréal and Ville de Québec this summer. We will survive.


Please, try not to feel bad for us. Europe will be in 2012.

Looky, looky, looky!!!

I know someone famous!

I read the note when I got home from work.

Mac,
The coffee maker died this morning – I made the second pot of coffee and it worked fine, but about ½ hour late I noticed that both switch lights were out…

It was signed by Richard.

I could tell by the tear marks on the paper, that he had been distraught. If you don’t drink copious amounts of coffee on a daily basis, you may not understand the close relationship that you can develop with your coffee maker. He becomes your confidant, your best friend and often your life saver. Frankly, you would give your life for him.

So, I’m sure you understand that it has been a very solemn day around the Parker-Cornelison household. But don’t worry, we will be fine. We have a back-up.