Max, the manx, awesome in his immense blackness, thinks that if he eats Ziggy’s food, he is getting away with something. So Ziggy eats a little and leaves and Max cleans up. And only then does Max go to his dish and eat the same food.


I’ve been going through old photos and posting them on Facebook, me in more glorious days. The interesting thing is that, at the time, I never thought these photos were anything special. Didn’t think I looked particularly awesome. But people like them. I appreciate them more now than I did then.


I am having some issues that I think medical marijuana might help, so I have a date with a facility in February. It’s involved. They need my medical records. Lee Memorial, which dominates all care in Lee County, does not support medical marijuana. The nurse practitioner from my insurance company, who came to see me for an annual check up that they do, said it is because they know it works and it reduces their income.


We have just switched car insurance companies for a reduction. When I had the fender bender which was not a fender bender (cars touched, no damage) our rates were hiked and they included in their assessment the incident where I was hit by a car while I was walking. I wasn’t even in my car, so why was my insurance tagged? What if I hadn’t owned a car?


My friend, Joan, is visiting from New York. She was our neighbor in Queens. It is good to see her. She comes every January, the only friend who makes it a must. I was happy the shutdown did not affect her flight which took place Saturday just after the shut down ended. She brought me a stunning pair of earrings, light blue clear stone that is brilliant that she got from the Metropolitan Opera gift shop at Lincoln Center, and also items from the Metropolitan Museum of Art shop. It reminds me how much I miss New York. We have been talking non-stop. She was a free-lance editor in New York but a recent inheritance gives her a chance to lie back and relax. She has been working with horses and thinks she might like to work there in their office on a casual basis, in addition to hands on horse duties, which she absolutely loves to do.



We’ll go to The Perfect Cup, at the mall at the end of my street, for lunch. They rave about their coffee that has won prizes, but I am writing a letter of complaint to the owner. This can’t be the coffee they are serving in their self serve urns. That coffee tastes like dishwater.


The weather has been cool enough for a jacket/sweater, still warmer than New York, but it means we haven't been lounging by the pool. So maybe we'll do the art shops down by The Big Road after lunch.


xx, Teal