Flossie is the name of a cow in a US cartoon strip in the 1930's. She was famously clothed at some point because censors thought that udders were too suggestive. Suggestive of what, of course, is up for discussion. Cheese? The name "Flossie" sounds so odd to me. I don't know where it came from.... Continue Reading →
Cows, Queens and Chocolate: Part II
When my sister arrived at our parent's place, she said that our dad was going quickly, so I arranged a new airline ticket for the next day. I have all these frequent flyer miles built up and apparently they are supposed to expire in June, so that made it easier to decide something. I'm going... Continue Reading →
Cows, Queens and Chocolate: Part I, the past
My dad just died. My sister made it there in time to be with him at the end; I didn't. I was paralyzed by his going and could not make the decision to get on a plane. In the beginning (when he started to seriously go down hill last week) my step-mom said that it... Continue Reading →
Travel Foro
It's just a fact; I can't take Foro with me everywhere. For one thing he's a bit big (for when you start measuring things in grams), and I've become waaaaaay to attached to him, especially since TheCrazySheepLady (http://myfavoritesheep.blogspot.com) knitted him a sweater. He's cute. He's inspirational (he inspires me to kindness). And I don't want... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 