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I need to add that to dog Zoe’s resume. She’ll turn eleven years old this week, 77 in dog years. She’s taken to flirting with younger and older men, mostly younger therefore cougar. Flirting only, no dates.

Let’s see, there’s Wurli, he’s probably 15 by now, real age. Miko is about three. Marley’s not even two and she had a major flirt going on when he was over for dinner, don’t worry, he had three chaperones.

She did really like Jake, who passed last year, and was exactly her age. Gorgeous Golden Retriever. He and Zoe played for about four hours as he stayed for a weekend when his folks were away. He went missing for a few minutes and I heard panting. He locked himself in the bathroom to get a break! As his health began to fail, I’d go over to walk him sometimes and if I didn’t see him, I knew he was in the bathroom. He knew how to get in and shut the door, not how to get out.

One thing I like about our place, other than the view, is that some people do really care for each other. Singles all over the world, get a dog. You’ll meet some really good people. If you can’t or won’t have one, offer to walk a friend’s dog, a friendly one, even a cougar. I didn’t meet my husband that way but that’s how I found him a home, The Barbie House, 1,000 feet from my place.

When we talked about having kids I said that we had to get a dog first and see how bad he is. I’m the disciplinarian and food wench. He’s terrible, the fun guy. Dog for 11 years, no kids. Dog sleeps on the sofa and on the bed, to which she must be lifted nowadays. Who’s spoiled? The cougar. Cheers! Dee



Yes, it passes. Today is my birthday. Thirty years ago I was sitting in a taverna in Athens, first time to Greece or Europe. My sister and I had been up all night on a plane and we stopped for a bite to eat (she ate spaghetti bolognese everywhere we went, no matter the country).

A woman who has had a positive impact on my life since I was eight years old once sipped a red beverage. I asked what was and she said Campari. She had it on ice with soda water and I tried a sip. Back then the drinking age was 18 and I was there or very close.

At the taverna, I was asked what I’d like to drink. I wanted to sound worldly so said “Campari.” An ounce of it was delivered to me warm, in a juice glass. I took a sip and almost choked!

Let’s look at three lives from the perspective of a three year-old. I was always getting colds and ear infections until my 4th birthday when the ritual tonsillectomy took place. Most of the things we ate, save dessert. included a can of Campbell’s cream of mushroom or cream of celery soup.

My neighbor. also three, answered a question posed by me yesterday. “Do you have a busy day today?” Yes, I’m going to school…….. Montessori school.”

Then there’s my new friend who has a more sophisticated palate than I had at three times her age, also three. We’re having a cooking lesson later in the week at which we’ll make pizza dough and marinated olives for her to take home, along with another thing or two.

I think about the futures of these kids being so bright and engaged. OK it did take some time for my neighbor to talk to me and come out from behind Mommy’s leg, as I usually have the dog with me. She is extremely friendly and wouldn’t ever hurt anyone, but she probably weighs the same as he does so I understand the fear.

Do you know that I’ve never had a Campari since? Someday when my husband and I are out at a restaurant I should order one, with ice and soda water. Now that I’ve had some years to mature, I may actually enjoy it.

“At twenty years of age the will reigns; at thirty the wit; at forty the judgment.” Benjamin Franklin

Enjoy the day! Dee

Can You Top This?

Today my dear friend of 35 years lost his mom, as I did two years ago. We’re that age, being at the end of the boomers, where we may not be fully grown yet but our parents are dying.

We don’t talk about keggers anymore (at least I don’t) but my mother lasted two weeks in hospice and his lasted three. I don’t know if that’s better or worse because everyone is different and their conditions differ as well. Let’s hope the suffering was kept at a minimum for the patients, and the families.

At this age and with time after a parent’s death the “kids” are able to explain a good or bad hospice experience. I feel like just yesterday I was fearless, fit and fabulous. Now I’ve taken on a volunteer commitment that requires physical activity like kneeling on concrete floors and it reminds me that I’m aging too.

So when you’re feeling down, no matter the cause, think about the good stuff, listen to Jerry Jeff Walker’s London Homesick Blues and go home with the armadillo. With utmost respect, Dee