“We have, in short, the right to ask — but never to insist or blithely assume — God bless America.” — Madeline Albright

 

Some years back I read a book by Brenda Ueland and of course over time my recollection is currently hiding, however I do believe the copy can be found, if not at home perhaps in the Austin Public Library where I am also waiting for a copy of JFK.

Meanwhile back in the trenches of life I’m still finding my way home and remembering which driveway to turn in to. However, when the builders are here, backing out of the garage gets to be a bit of a challenge.

Mello and Fred are enjoying themselves and occasionally wrestling. It helps when that is being done in the house as opposed to the backyard where the warmer weather thaws the frozen tundra and it turns to mud.

Then the snow strikes again and temporarily hides the muck.

Fred continues to desire more walking trips to relieve fluid and on occasion he and Mello sometimes find a spot in the basement; something I don’t look forward to.

Some loud sirens headed this way the other day and Fred, as small as he is, did some fierce howling that echoed through the neighborhood. This howling was slightly softened by Mello. She was calm with her softer pitch.

Fred prefers to walk around the block attempting to capture squirrels during anytime of the day. As for Mello she is willing to complete a walk around the block in the dark. I think her anxiety is a result of what brought her toward Austin. Anyway they seem to enjoy each other most of the time.

On the musical side I hope the Paramount will be filled this Sunday for the guitarist from Hawaii, George Kahumoku Jr. Tickets will be $15 in advance, and $18 at the door. Student price is $5.

Start time is 3 p.m., doors open at 2:30 p.m. George is a Gr