If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler, Austro-Bohemian Romantic composer and conductor
She hasn’t written about it in a while, but Mama is still playing flute.
In fact, she plays nearly Every. Single. Day.
I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
May the blessing of Light be on you, light without and light within… ~Irish blessing
Guess what? I got blessed!!
Holy water and prayer book
Drugs are not always necessary. Belief in recovery always is. ~Norman Cousins, American journalist
It’s been a ruff summer.
Sometime in late winter, somebody (who shall remain unnamed!) dribbled a little in the living room, and when Mama found it, I got the blame.
An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing. ~Robert Brault, American writer
I told Mama you were probably tired of her dumb haikus and Sunday gems by now, and it was time for me to let you know what’s really important in our world.
Mobility, or rather, the lack of it.
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
Mama tells me getting old isn’t for sissies.
It’s not a lot of fun for us dogs either.
I’m not asleep… but that doesn’t mean I’m awake. ~Author Unknown
Let sleeping dogs lie
It’s hard to wake them, you know
Dogs are sound sleepers.
Can y’all stand another Mama-story, one with no mention of a bat, I promise?
This happened on a Sunday back in the summer, and the reason I’m telling you that is because it’s important.
(What’s more important is that Mama has been very selfish in allowing me access to her blog. Don’t tell her, but I think she’s embarrassed over the story I’m about to tell — as well she should be!)