Posted by Loulou on Jan 1, 2014 | 2 comments

Mama made these focacce for our party. I find it healing and a good way to start 2014.

I have rung in the New Year and now I’m taking the day off.  Fellow bloggers and readers of blogs, bear with me as I mediate on the overwhelming fact that 2014 is upon us!!! And I hear from mama and papa that 1960 wasn’t all that bad; in fact, last night, after the fireworks and champagne and smoked salmon on buttered toast (my favourite, once a year), mama and papa listened to Tambourine Man and marvelled at Bob Dylan’s poetry set to music.  I kinda like him myself–Lay, Lady, Lay (even if it isn’t proper English) and It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue and Maggie’s Farm and all those things I never heard before I became a member of this family–they made the night a little brighter.

Right now, dear readers, I’m off to my usual pastime–zzzzzzzzzzz.

Please bear with me as I search my little pea brain for subjects about which I must speak and discuss with you. I would certainly appreciate more comments on what goes on around here, and I send a very joyful and full-of-adventure-year to my comrades in fur, be they kitty or doggy, anthro or elephant, al creatures great and small. Make your 2014 count.

Thinking up ways to make it count….