Oh well, I said after the first time, never again.

Then I met a northern French girl with a swiss army knife, her father and I had all the same books on the shelf and she read them, and I missed the bush and he had hundreds of acres, 32 axes (by my son's count) and she still can't cook, just leaves that end to me. But on the other hand she's way younger, has more energy, and no isn't often in her vocabulary. Unless I want her to play for the Daughter's of the Empire we beat the French night, and that's a stretch. But Rule Britannia sounds good with the flute....

She's painting away, and I'm headed for the recliner for my noon hour snooze.


John Conley
Musica est vita