Aha! A new blog to brighten this snowy Sunday in Foxborough. The slough is wintry and the squirrels have discovered (yet again) the suet feeder. I feed the critters lavishly, as Proust feeds my aesthetic needs.
Now I have another new blog, sort of Proustian for you. Love the colorful "home page."
http://operachanteuse.blogspot.com/2008/12/penses-du-jour-practical-proust-and-mae.html
Practical Proust, indeed. As practical as Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.
Irony isn't dead. My mom loved chicken gizzards. My dad ate the liver. That left me with the heart until I was old enough to demand half the liver. No one ever fought Mom for the gizzard.
The Other Odette
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