Over at the casino is a Bird of Paradise bush that blooms every year. This year it has three blossoms on it. They last a long time because within the flower pod are several blossoms that emerge one-by-one, forming the orange wings of the bird.



There is something wrong with our society. You knew that, but here is some proof:

From yesterday's Las Vegas Review-Journal:

"at CityCenter, the Light Group nightclub Haze at Aria was the scene of an epic champagne-buying spree Saturday night.

A photo of the high roller's receipt for $182,000-plus turned up on an Aria casino host's Twitter site.

According to the casino host, the big spender ordered super-sized bottles: one each of Cristal, Moet Chandon, Dom Perignon and an unidentified brand of vodka.

He left a $30,000 tip on top of the automatic 20 percent gratuity ($36,400).

The man made the purchase after asking for an entire section of the nightclub. Told he would have to "buy big" for that to happen, he ordered the four bottles, which appear much larger than magnums in the photo. A magnum holds two bottles, a Jeroboam four bottles and a Methuselah eight bottles."

At least now we know something more about what size bottles champagne comes in, but Las Vegas is the foreclosure capital of the country, with probably the highest unemployment rate at 13%. I'd rather be reading Twitter items about that kind of money being donated to help the education system rather than rubbing everyone's nose in blatant excess. The general jist of the article was that the city is starting to recover from the recession, but apparently the upper class doesn't feel the pinch that the rest of us do.

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It's really windy here today, the last of March. We have been doing some organizing around here, thinning out some old stuff to take to the Goodwill. It's always a good feeling to let something go.

Buddy the Cat is going to be 15 on Thursday. He is still young at heart. I finished this quilt for someone, and from the moment it came into the house he thought it was his.