Monthly Archives: October 2012

Predatory instincts


We know we should be careful, beware, to resist. And yet . . .

Guy, honey, you can pretty much suck anything you want anywhere you want. I’m just sayin’ . . . *sigh*

Glad you have enjoyed the Halloween fun; I will do my best to get caught up with the comments tomorrow. The toe is sore and I have a nice series of bruises down the right side of my body. But as I’ve said, I know it could be worse. Thumper Cat says she is cold and wants to go to bed and I am feeling a bit tuckered myself. Catch you tomorrow!

I do love a man in uniform . . .


I’ve been thinking an around-the-world cruise would be really nice . . . especially if you got to spend a lot of time at the Captain’s Table . . .

Oh, that Mulligan. Never admitting his guilt and still vain enough to worry about how he looks in those prison stripes. A real piece of work, but a gorgeous one.

The Great Lucasini and his lovely assistant


Lucas and Ros are magical partners for the big Halloween party this year.

The Great Lucasini and his charming and lovely assistant Ros have performed the ultimate Halloween magic trick–they’ve made Sarah Caulfield disappear without a trace. But not before the lovely Ros got to pull Soddin’ Sarah’s bleached bloned hair.

There’s no place like it.


Home, that is.

Dorothy’s magical red slippers in The Wizard of Oz. (courtesy of

I didn’t have to tap my ruby red slippers together three times to get here–just climb ever so carefully in and out of a Chevy Traverse a few times and then a dusty Jeep  for the final leg of the journey. Finally, with the assistance of a quad cane and my dear hubby, I navigated across the yard, past the enthusiastic greetings of Rascal and Elvis and up the steps to the deck. A few more steps, and I was home.

When you aren’t feeling well, there really is no place quite like home. As much as I loved those glorious views I shared with you all, and the time I spent with my darling sister, I stretched out last night with a most satisfied sigh on my own bed, cradled by the memory foam topper.

Benny kindly unloaded the vehicle, brought me some aspirin and reminded me to stick a pillow under my ankle. He’d already fitted a foam tube to the fat purple toe and taped it to the one next door while we were still in Orange Beach. Really, with a broken “little piggy” there isn’t much else you can do, except to give it time and try not to aggravate the injury.

I was so exhausted I fell asleep early, woke up enough to bid him a good day at work and then drifted back to sleep again, cozy and comfy under the quilt and throw, the little heater keeping the bedroom nice and snug.

It’s been almost a year since he had to tend to me and a busted body part. Thank goodness it was only the toe this time around and not my tailbone. And thank goodness it happened at the end of my visit and the beginning. There is always something to be thankful for, isn’t there?

As always, I am thankful for all of you, and for the delightful human being who brought us together in the first place.

Because there’s nobody quite like him, is there?

He’s just what we’d been waiting for . . .

One fat purple toe later . . .


Yup, it appears I probably did break my little toe last night during my misadventures. It has interesting shades of blue and purple wrapped around it and it’s nice and puffy and throbbing.

Benny suggested I take a picture and post it. I reminded him I like to share pretty photos of pretty landscapes, pretty Richard and so forth. Even when it’s not smashed up, my toe is far from pretty.  Trust me on this.

Anyway, between the body slam I took into the entertainment center last night and the toe, I am a bit the worse for wear this morning. However, I was so very pleased to hear from some of you and know you are doing OK, having dodged a bullet with Sandy. Good news, indeed!

Didn’t rest much last night, what with one thing and the other, so I am going to try to catch some zzzs now before I have to get ready to head back home mid-afternoon.

In the meantime, I thought I’d leave you with something much nicer than my fat purple toe to look at  . . .


When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand,

and nothing, oh nothing is going right,

close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there

to brighten up even your darkest night . . .

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds

and that old north wind should begin to blow,

Keep your head together and call my name out loud

Soon you’ll hear me knocking at your door  . . .  From “You’ve Got a Friend” by Carole King

Friends allow us to multiply our joys and divide our sorrows. They offer a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on and, if ncessary, to cry upon.  Love–and friendship–covers a multitude of sins.  A friend is someone with whom we can be ourselves without fear of judgement, without the need to walk on eggshells in their presence. A friend loves us because of our strengths and in spite of our weaknesses.  Friends can be found within our families and our neighborhoods; they can also live on the other side of the country or the world.

Never feel you must limit your pool of friends to those in or of the same age group, social background, nationality, religion or creed.  The common ground we can discover within one another can be astonishing.

A true, steadfast friend is a treasure, a blessing and a delight. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend?

You’ve got a friend. Ain’t it good to know?