A day ago I looked at my Mozilla start page and couldn’t find my tools menu that enables me to click on bookmarks or to use the edit function (cut and paste) or to “close tab” to get back to my mail after visiting MyBloggers. Zounds. I foomfed around and recruited Ed. He and I walked through the various menu options (snarling the while because I “don’t get it”). Eventually a help choice in Mozilla buried in a menu item called “About Mozilla” led us to a keyboard function that restored the line. Phew.

And I spared Ed the lecture that I sometimes give about how it is always best to be kind to each other, especially to the one who does the dinners and the laundry and cleans the kitty litter and soothes the fevered brow. Although he still mutters about “no lunch” and he has to make his own sandwich because I am out doing my walk or bike routine.

Meanwhile, after six months of having a pet door, Max, the manx, mastered the art of going out using the flap. But he couldn’t reverse the process, and would scratch the glass or meow to get us to let him in. This morning, after another 3 to 4 months of the “duh” factor, he let himself in. But he doesn’t like it. Basically, he hates the flap. Tough kitty.

As for Brunswick, the orange wonder, he watches Max push his way out on his own and does not follow. So I sit on the floor, and with lots of petting and manipulation, get him out through the flap. I am waiting for this to “take”. My hair is getting whiter, but it’s a nice look, so what the H… Chewy rarely wants to go out. He is happy being indoors and following me around.

My friend Leeanne, the peripatetic Leeanne, has moved again from a tiny trailer home to a much larger space on Pine Island that she will share with a friend. I googled it and it is a manufactured home with run around room for Mallory, her pit bull (who is as sweet as can be). This is her fourth move in 18 months. She won’t be within walking or biking distance anymore and I will miss that. But I am happy for her because it seems much nicer than her little postage stamp place.

My art class finishes for the season in two more Saturdays. I have learned, I think, a good deal, and refreshed some skills. The teacher’s wife died last week after a series of illnesses (all serious and developed en masse within a short time frame) and he has chosen to finish teaching before going home to Pennsylvania so as not to sit in his rental house and feel sorry for himself. He gave us all his info. He doesn’t have E mail, but I will drop him a line from time to time and he says he will be back next year.

There are other courses during the summer but I am reluctant to sign up because this 3-hour Saturday class was a drain on my energy, essentially killing the entire day. I am, however, at a place where I can draw and paint on my own and maybe I’ll have something to show him when he comes back.

There will be another wine tasting next week. This time they have decided to break with policy and try for a really elegant wine -- $20 a bottle. I bought a Santa Margherita pinot grigot at BJ’s, paying $18 but it is worth more because of their discount. Most of the wines are red. I much prefer white. Meanwhile, I will make a 4 p.m. dinner so Ed can eat first because he is not a drinker any more and wine makes him sick when he doesn’t eat. He turned into a bear last time, so I am trying to keep him feeling okay.

And we are waiting for the Sears refrigerator repair guy because the fridge is not cooling enough and we are keeping some stuff in the garage refrigerator. I took out the remnants of a deli chicken this morning to toss it, and not a minute too soon. There was a carpet of mold on it. It was trying to communicate, but I shut it down. I can’t worry about if I hurt its feelings. Enough’s enough.

Xx, Teal