Sweet Lady Oh

 

Oh Lady oh

Oh Lady oh

My gentle, gentle darling

Sweet Lady oh

Oh Lady oh

Oh Lady oh

My dear departed darling

Sweet Lady oh.

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Last day: 6/11/2025

 Lady, sleeping,

exhausted by the struggle,

snatching what relief, what rest, she could.

Low Tide at the End of Locust Street

 

Lady's Curtain Call: RIP June 11, 2025

 

Lady's curtain call.

RIP, you puma, you jackalope of a house cat.

Sprite, Bright Spark, Little Slip, Captain's Bossy Sister, and the most brillig of beasts.  

Sweet, sweet Lady!

Trill-buhrrrrrill-buhrrrrillll girl!

Rescue/Rescuer!

June 11, 2025.

Last day's photos.

Tonight's Rereading

 

Lady, Lovely Dear

 

Waiting for more lap-time.

She's feeling lowly, and a vet visit is being arranged.

Tinker, Sun-Catcher

 

Lady: Portrait

 

Driving

 

Reading Around

 

Middle School Heroics

 

Still resonating.

Tinker and Lady

 

Vintage

 

Roll Call

 

The Fun

 

Anchor-Outs and Abalone-Poaching

 

Heads of Clay

 

Rereading Around, Featuring Lord Byron

 

Coffee Run

 

With Guy Davenport and Steven Erikson.

Portraits: Lady and Tinker

 

Tinker, Purring

 

Childhood Ghost

 

Tinker

 

Morning Sun

March 2, 2025.

Tinker, Returning from the Vet

 

What Did You Expect?

 

Ego, Not Ego

 

Silly thoughts: 

I am aging faster than I expected; the years really mean something. My neck looks old, mate. 

(Getting older seems to invoke Peter O'Toole, Ringo Starr, and the Rolling Stones.)

I don't mind looking older because I was raised on English actors who wore their scars and lines (and eventually wrinkles) as badges of honor. In that regard, I have always been ready to be older. 

And yet, right? I didn't expect to be 63.5 just yet. Right?

Still, knock on wood. Glad to be here (still).

Feeling lucky.

Work and Play

 

Lime Point

 

Book cover or album cover?

Photo: December 2020.

Moon Snail

 

Water Spots