For Scarlett

When all tears are shed, we will face life again. But not today.
I think that is how Scarlett's family must feel.

The New Year

Many changes have come in the first weeks of 2010. My Christmas pictures didn't get posted, sniff.

We had a flood in our kitchen which resulted in a lot of strangers in the house for the past six weeks and a lot of banging noises which I detest.

A dear friend of Mama DiDi lost her very young little girl. The Diva Scarlett O'Hara went to the Rainbow Bridge after a horribly brief illness. She was so beautiful and modeled and approved all her mom's wonderful cuddle beds (I have two of them myself). Her brothers Rhett and Hashi, boyfriend of Mary-Margaret O'Brien incidentally, are just lost without her.

I will write more about our house and perhaps even post my Christmas pictures at some inappropriate time but first I will try to write about Scarlett. Stay tuned, my fans.

Merry Christmas Eve

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas. May we all be snug and warm and happy.

Are We There Yet?

In a nod to Mary-Margaret O'Brien, I have my own version.

"Are we there yet?"

Can you see me now?

It is very cold here and I'm working overtime to keep warm. By not working at all. Does that make sense? Here I am in the park. Can you see me way back there by the fence? Sniffing under a tree? Yes, there I am.

Sunday, November 30th

The sad news arrived here Sunday evening that Mama DiDi's wonderful Uncle Doc passed away. He was 87 years old. We had just talked to him on Thanksgiving Day and he was recovering from pneumonia. He sounded weak but said he felt better. He suffered from Parkinson's as well as old injuries, and he was growing frustrated that he couldn't carry his regular workload.

The last thing he did was go outside with his wife and put chlorine in their well. He was very proud of accomplishing that chore, which must have been quite a feat, really.

They walked back to the house hand in hand and suddenly his legs folded under him, he said he felt dizzy and he stopped breathing. He died in his wife's arms.

I never met him, but I know what a big part of Mama DiDi's life he was. I know he will be sadly missed by his wife, children, sister and brother. Godspeed, Uncle Doc.

(I just learned his name was Eugene Lyle. His mother called him Lyle and everyone else called him Doc -- if they knew what was good for them.)