You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.— Maya Angelou
Miles and Mommy “at work.”
Enforced stay-at-home because of the corona virus is not how I imagined it would be. Don
Margot is the quiet sentry of our lives.
Bonjour Margot Poisson,
I wrote much of this back in January when our lives were intact. You were still here, as was Fenway. We were settled in 
our little rental house and adjusting to the quasi-southern lifestyle. We three creatures had a rhythm all our own, bobbing and weaving about each other’s days. Now it’s just me from the original trio, and our new boy Miles. You tolerated Miles with much grace, putting the little nipper firmly in his place when he ignored your warning hiss. He learned quickly to bow to your authority
Dear Fenway,
It is the sixth day since you crossed the rainbow bridge. It never occurred to me you would go on this adventure so soon. I imagined us growing into senior years together. Your slick, incredibly shiny black coat would slowly show the gray hairs of time
Halloween, Halloween, this is Halloween. All hail the pumpkin king!
Come little children, it’s time to play
We D
Dorothy had Toto. I have Fenway
