A Daisy by Any Other Name

Hi G-Fans!

At the risk of being a repetitive boor.... We had ANOTHER blustery, stormy, wild weathery day!  Probably more so than Hurricane Sandy.  It went on and on and on.  It started yesterday, went all through the night and has finally calmed down now more than 24 hours later....  The good news is that we only lost power sporadically so no need for al the crazy lines going to the outside from weird places to that red hummy thing.

OK, enough of that.

I am happy to report that the last few mornings breakfast has been more than acceptable.  The concierge has been adding chicken livers, gizzards, skin and meat.  MMmmmMMM!  It makes us all anxious to eat, and Bertie does an extra couple of twirly swirls just for good measure.  Tessa used to do more prancing on her back legs, but I think the concierge has been discouraging that... something about slippery floors, area rugs and falling.  I don't really pat attention since I am already focused on my bowl heading toward my table stand.  Everything else is pretty uninteresting at that point.

All day I have great ideas on what sorts of things I want to report back on, and then the concierge returns to the castle and we are preparing for a walk, then comes dinner and by the time all that is done I am thinking a lovely nap would be great.  By the time I realize I never got the blog written all my great ideas are lost.  If the concierge would just do a decent job of it and be available when I need her, we would be all much better off.  I've already dozed off a few times writing tonight's thoughts.  Who knows what smart aleck might sneak onto the computer and finish writing and post the entry without my approval.  Disaster!  

So, I shall close for tonight.  Some of the pictures are recently taken,  the flowers were taken this month last year when the concierge and Harry's concierge took a trip and came back with a lot of smells, pictures and not much else.  At least this year she brought back baked goods for us when she took a trip to the Vineyard with Harry's concierge and her offspring.