MONDAY

LA VIE EST BELLE

The Ar tic cold has passed leaving more familiar misty drizzle. I am happy having received four back issues of The New Yorker. Old news is still good news for Metro rides, super market lines and under the covers which is where I go.

My both bed lamps are on the blink so I'm obliged to carry a very tall floor lamp to my mezzanine and pose it diagonally across my bed. 

Yesterday, my friend Méano came to visit. Not seeing any light through my "French doors", he panicked. 

It wasn't "tap-tap."

It was "tap-tap-tap... tap-tap-tap...tap-tap-tap."

I desended  my stairs, floor lamp under arm like a gladiator and opened the door and responded to all inquiries.

The circus is in town. The famous Cirque d'hiver

I bet they have lights.

PERFECT SPRING DAY

Bees buzzed 

Flowers of every color proudly opened their petals...

Flowers of every color opened their petals
for tonight was The Annuel Spring Dance.

VIRTUAL MONEY

 

Oh, I'm rich.   Virtually rich

I made the inconceivable (or unforgivable) transition into the 21st century by selling a painting on line. Better put, a lovely lady from Iowa bought a water color from my new site   www.mblakeart.com and convinced me that PAYPAL was a good means to transfer money.

My banker did not disagree. 

The manipulations, after two or three tries were easy. PAYPAL accepted me and my bank address. My client, five time zones east, made the transfer. Bingo. My PAYPAL account was credited.

So it was out on the town, or my local café for me.

Everyone remarked that I seemed very happy.

"Oui," I said glowing, "J'ai une compte Paypal"

Marco, an old acquaintance remarked,  "Oui Paypil tres bien." 

The others just seemed happy that I was in a good mood.

The next morning I checked my bank account on line, but, didn't use the right code. No second chance. I will be sent a new code. Still not discouraged, I took my new bank card out and headed for the closest cash machine which promptly swallowed it.

The next day I received an email from PALPAL asking me to enter four digits to confirm my bank account. I clicked, but only found two spaces. How to squeeze? I don't know.

 

2009 Gloom and Doom

Gloom and doom is on everyone's lips but mine.

Here is a drawing from one of my unpublished children's stories.

Spencer Treetop Learns To Dance.

Spencer finally learns.

Not alone, mind you, but, with the help of, Emily the chickadee, Moe the owl, Nellie Nightingale and his pal from the middle branches,  Felix Faxton. He survives the winter, as all of us will.

Much Love and Happy New Year.

Mary