Friday Fragments

You know how it is by the end of the week. A little of this, a little of that and by Friday you are glad to spill the bits and link up to Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissin' Time.

I am thinking that Aaron Rodgers must be a pretty good sport, and I get that idea from watching the "Discount Double Check" ads which feature him and his "touchdown dance". The new one I saw this week with lineman Raji giving him dance tips cracked me up.

(For those of you who aren't football fans, Aaron Rodgers is the quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. He's pretty skilled, playing for a pretty good team.)

Good Guy saw the doctor again and was pronounced well-----as well as can be expected, all things considered. Which is true for all of us who are of a certain age.

I got some frightening information this week in my e-mail, which told me that the guideline for neurosurgeons under the new health care plan directs palliative care if you have a brain bleed episode and you're over the age of 70. I know a great many healthy, vibrant people of 70 who would lose out.

All of us at book club enjoyed The Art of Racing in the Rain though nobody else was reduced to tears. (Hard hearted women.) I never consider myself a dog person----but I have loved particular dogs very well indeed.

The photograph answers for the week of geography quizzes are thus: Day One--Copper Harbor's Harbor House Bed and Breakfast, and Fort Wilkins. On Day Two---Dublin, Ireland and a coastal city in Ireland on the Southeast Coast. My memory still hasn't spilled out that info.

Day Three---Hawaii. Day Four, Wordless Wednesday, I was about five years old.

Above we have a picture of a friendly black cat we met at a park in Hawaii where we stopped to eat sandwiches. The black cat is in honor of Friday the Thirteenth.

In the era before our household was run by Tony, Bella, and Sweetie, we had a cat named Ella Fitzgerald who was in residence when we moved from downstate Michigan back to the upper peninsula. Ella wasn't crazy about moving (to put it mildly), nor did she like sharing quarters in a strange house with a dog. So when she got a chance to go outdoors, she disappeared. This took place in mid-August.

We looked everywhere in the neighborhood to no avail, but it is amazing how well a cat can hide and how quiet and still they can become. We gave her up for lost, though we still checked at the Shelter, just in case, from time to time. On Christmas morning she reappeared walking daintily along the narrow board on the deck, and she peered into the kitchen window. It was the same cat---and she never gave us a clue about where she'd been since August. She was thin and had lost a tooth, but walked right in, purring and made herself at home.

It taught us one thing. It's good to have Inside Cats.

Join in and sweep up your fragments. Happy Friday.