Music and Cats

That’s what Sasha and Sergei are wondering. Sasha loves flowers, especially roses that smell good, as these do. No, kitties, those roses are for Paul.

Some of you may not know that Paul and I met on Valentine’s Day in 1981. Paul had just transferred to Brown; I had been there for a year. My friend Melinda told me about a Valentine’s party being hosted by another transfer student, and we went. Who was throwing the party? I don’t remember. […]

The lovely Bakerina provided answers to the following questions, but did not follow directions (it’s not baking, after all) regarding passing of the stick. Instead, she left said stick on the table, saying, “Maybe if you think of it less as a stick and more as a freshly-baked pie…everybody likes freshly-baked pie.”
I think I’ll have […]

When one of us gets out of bed in the morning, a cat will usually commandeer the warm spot right up against the pillow. Yesterday morning, Paul caught all three cats sleeping in his spot. While it was a bit chilly in the house, it’s rare that all three of them sleep so close […]

I gave my grad school alma mater an email address so that the architecture school could send me its online newsletter, which occasionally brings word of someone I know. Now that the University has said address, it bombards me with email, most of which I delete without reading. However, yesterday’s subject line Limited Edition Dinner […]