la queen of all things

our harbour at dusk

I will grow. I will become something new and grand,
but no grander than I now am.
Just as the sky will be different in a few hours,
its present perfection and completeness is not deficient,
so am I presently perfect and not deficient
because I will be different tomorrow.
I will grow and I am not deficient.

Wayne Dyer via MLou

Lulu's holding her own, I've made an apt. for later this week, that appointment. But I'm thinking it may be canceled. We're taking things day by day and yesterday she had a pretty good day. She, La Queen of All Things, appreciates very much all of the kind comments sent her way yesterday by all of you. She really is some kinda cat. She's a very strong, (both willed and physically) old girl. Determined and stubborn and I'm thinking she's got a bit of life left in her yet. Yesterday was was one of those most perfect early September days. Blue sky with gigantic puffy clouds like giant weird space ships hovering low on the horizon. The light golden, that perfect beginning of Autumn light and the breeze in the air was warm and gentle, just enough to rustle the leaves on the trees and Miss Lulu spent the day outside basking in big patches of sunlight and enjoying her vast Queendom.

I'm off to land of bubbles and scent ... and here's to a happy Tuesday.

6:50 - aprés bubbles & scent. Miss Lulu decided to come upstairs this morning and keep me company while I had my bath. She hasn't done that in awhile. She curled up on a pile of bath sheets beside me and she purred and sqwawked (her new gentler squawk) at me a few times as if to remind me let's not rush things along ... your wish, happily, is my command Miss Lulu La Queen of Black Street.