Ahh fudge

Boss: So, I hear you’re the one who made that amazing fudge yesterday.

Me: Yep.

Boss: And I also hear you’re refusing to give out the recipe…

Me: Yep.

Boss: You know you’re on probation…?

Carnage

We went away for a couple of days and left the kittens at my parents’ house where they are kept indoors. Since we brought them home they’ve been a little nuts, scampering around the house and the yard like mad things and generally enjoying their freedom.

This morning the youthful feline exuberance has continued with a fresh assault on the local lizard population.

The corpses are piling up and I don’t like it.

I’m looking forward to their nap time.

Goodbye, Pa

This morning I was listening to the philosophy of Alan Watts:

In music, one doesn’t make the end of a composition the point of the composition. If that were so, the best conductors would those who played fastest. And there would be composers who wrote only finales…

…and we thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end – and the thing was to get to that end – success or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead…

…but we missed the point the whole way along…

…it was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or dance while the music was being played.

My Grandfather, Thomas Tipper Scarlett, sang and danced the whole way.