"he played hopscotch with the starboard watch"

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

13 August 2015 - Ah, fresh air!  I would be exaggerating to claim that I can smell the salt, but definitely a hint of conifers.  Here at the lake we often have  a breeze (sometimes gale) off the ocean that is free from the scent of industrious peeps.  I am not one of those who hankers for "the good ol' days", but who amongst us thinks that factory emissions and car exhaust is something one should daily inhale?  An aside for those who notice details:  if you are wondering why I am not basking in the sunshine, up until twenty minutes ago I was.  But that is the thing about the sun...some days it deigns to show its face, other days not, and you can tell the time by its movement, forcing me to do likewise...and you know how I resent being coerced.

methodology of the meow-stro

  

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Vinegar may be good on salads,

but honey is the better motivator.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - al furesco, to be outdoors or, at the very least, on a windowsill looking out