Today’s horoscope is in marked contrast to yesterday’s, dear blog reader. Which is perhaps why, when self finally emerged in the backyard around mid-morning, she discovered that all the little sprouts she had lovingly set in the ground (with liberal applications of cottonseed meal and bone meal) yesterday, were now shredded and scattered across the grass. For which, self knows very well there can only be one culprit: and that is Gracie.
After urgent consultation with cousin in Virginia, self dragged the little crit to the dug-up holes, pushed her face down into the dirt, and yelled NO!!! at the top of her lungs. Gracie pulled back, but self had her firmly by the collar. Self’s other hand was still holding the receiver, with cousin listening on the other end. Eventually, self heard her squawking something, which turned out to be, “Enough! Enough!” Whereupon self, appalled by her own mean-ness, loosened her hold on the little crit, who immediately ran back to the house, tail between her legs.
That dealt with, self then turned her attention to the most important business of the day, which is of course to think of something interesting she can post on her blog.
Self is still reading the Sunday New York Times of Sept. 2. And this morning happens to land on the section (a very large one) called Weddings/ Celebrations. And it is so interesting to read this page, for after perusing where all the different couples chose to hold their nuptials, self thinks she has compiled a good list of places to visit, should she ever feel the urge to explore other parts of the country. For example: Glen Island Harbour Club in New Rochelle, NY; the Chase Park Plaza Hotel in St. Louis; the St. Paul Roman Catholic Church in Cambridge, Mass.; the Eleanor Cabot Bradley estate in Canton, Mass.; the Church of the Sacred Heart in Grand Teton National Park near Jackson, Wyo.; the Spring House Hotel on Block Island, R.I.; and the Highlawn Pavilion Restaurant in West Orange, N.J.
