|Le Rendezvous c. 1920s|
I am having a magnificient time, walking, looking in Paris . . . stopping at the Alésia for a café
crème, hot and delicious. Reading . . . and being dreamy. I like this dreamy, less productive side.
~Gloria Bowles, June 5, 1986
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One of my daughter's cats, Phoebe, died this morning while she was holding her. I know they are sad about it, they got her in 1999. My grandson, Canyon, made the remark, "Well, the good news is I'm still alive". This sounds like something a six year old would say. ☺ Clint commented on Facebook that he "liked Canyon's honest philosophy".
Trying to get caught up with my letter writing, I have some girl friends who have been writing me such nice letters (emails). (Hey Kathy and Patricia, "You've Got Mail".) I still need to write my very talented cousin in Florida, she is an interior decorator. We are first cousins, similar in age and have a lot in common.
As I said, it is a very quiet day at the Ellisons. Let me end this blog entry on a somber note:
With all the sadness and trauma in the world, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person that almost went unnoticed. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully last week in his sleep at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for the family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in; and then the trouble started ...