Nine Lives

Despite recent dour warnings from our vet, Digit is hanging in there. She's severely anemic and is in slowly progressing renal failure; so when I trimmed her claw recently (which I've done all her life) and made her bleed (which I've never done), and it wouldn't stop bleeding, Panic struck and I rushed her to the vet. I love our vet. He very diplomatically said that, with her health history, it made sense to bring her in. He applied some kind of magic potion that I could probably get at the drug store and stopped the bleeding and sent her home. Patted me on the arm, smiled and didn't charge a penny. Took him all of ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Lulu is making sure that Tim is safe from all comers -- doesn't she look fierce? He took the photo himself with his new iPhone (he was jealous of mine, so when his Blackberry started failing, he got the new generation iPhone -- for half the price of what I paid for mine, which I had to get after I dropped my Blackberry down the toilet right before the Festival of Books!). I love this picture -- she's the biggest goof, but she looks so fierce!

Sadder news on the kitty front: Leila lost her Nuthatch last week. She became ill while Leila was away, and just didn't seem to get better. I know Leila misses her Nutty, so send her comforting thoughts. And some to Duster, too, the remaining kitty of Leila's trio...

love, Linda

Happy Birthday, Dad!

To the man who started it all --

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

And many, many more!

love, Linda and Tim and all the Brown Clan in its many incarnations

Linda visits Perry Mason

Tim and I took a half day road trip up to Ventura (actually, San Buenaventura), and I couldn't resist having him take this photo. After all, I cut my mystery-loving teeth on Perry Mason.

We had lunch, we poked around in antique stores, did absolutely nothing useful but enjoy each other's company.

DRUMMOND FRIENDS

LINDA, AND THE BROWN FAM. I THINK IT IS GREAT THAT ALMOST YOUR WHOLE
FAMILY GET TOGETHER AT LK. OWEN. WE ARE SO GRATEFUL TO BE LIVING HERE
WHERE WE CAN JUST WALK DOWN A HALF MILE AND VIEW THE LAKE.
THANKS FOR INVITING ME TO CONTRIBUTE.

VAL AND FRANK CANE

PS: IF I EVER LEARN HOW TO INSERT A PICTURE I WILL DO SO.

Annie Oakley returns

Dad contributed this portion:
The story continues. On Sunday, after returning home, we went to the indoor range near here. There she was exposed to the noise and significant recoil of shooting full strength .357 magnum loads. Her first reaction was, "Wow! that is noisy and it really jumps in your hand." But, she settled down and took it through two full cylnders of six shots each. After that the 9mm Beretta was a piece of cake and you could cover the holes from her second series with the palm of your hand. Brother Bruce has a very steady hand with the handgun so who knows we may have a family pistol team in the making.
Linda replies: I think Dad was the first to shoot -- and his first shot was a bull's-eye. How about that for setting a standard?!