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In those photos you asked about, Margot is set against dirt that used to be grass. We have had a grass crisis at The Compound over the last couple of years.
Guinness is behind elephant ears and Mexican heather.
And behind Greta is a salvia known as “Forest Fire” and what may be a corn plant, if there is such a thing.
Every December 1, for 14 years, I have sent out a newsletter with information about World AIDS Day. If you want a copy of this year’s newsletter, please e-mail me at becky@beckycochrane.com. Please specify if you want the newsletter attached as a Word file, or if you would prefer to read the information in the body of my e-mail.
Thanks–and please wear a red ribbon on December 1 in memory of all those lost to HIV/AIDS and to recognize all those living with HIV/AIDS.
In a couple of weeks, it’ll have been a year since I began this Live Journal. Maybe I’ll do some sentimental recap about what I’ve learned or accomplished over that year. Or maybe I’ll talk about all the fantastic people I’ve come to know through Live Journal. I’ll try to say something profound to mark the occasion.
But I have to be honest. The thing that stays in my mind the most is the biggest disappointment that I’ve suffered through Live Journal, and it has lingered for nine months. People have had babies in nine months. They’ve gone through kindergarten/last year of high school/last year of college in nine months.
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I am so happy for my friend Tandy. After 25 years in the corporate world, Tandy decided to focus on what work would make her feel truly fulfilled and happy. She wrote and published. She taught belly dancing. She became a partner, friend, and mentor to several people as they developed their entrepreneurial talents. As one of my clients, every time she came to me, I felt like I got as much or more from our sessions as Tandy. She coached other people on how to pursue their dreams.
And then she decided to chase a dream of her own and move to Bali to open a hotel. But not just any hotel. From Tandy’s web site:
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Let go of the teeth.
Here’s why I am a lousy movie critic. I WANT to love movies. Unless they are way over-hyped (Titanic), which usually compels me not to see them until long after everyone else has seen them three times and has finally shut up about them, I go into a theater with a totally open mind, desperately wanting the movie to be good and forgiving a thousand transgressions so that I can be swept up in movie magic.
A waaaay long time ago, I made a RENT movie date with Lindsey. I loved RENT both times I saw it on stage. I’ve listened to the cast recording a zillion times. And other than watching the trailer and reading a few reviews today, I tried to avoid too much RENT: The Movie exposure.
Tonight was our first opportunity to see it in Houston, and I went with Lindsey, Rhonda, Tim, and Tom. Yeah, there are changes–some good, some not. Yeah, there are some songs missing. But it didn’t matter. I loved the movie. I loved the casting. The movie magic worked.
And I loved the industrial tissues that Lindsey provided us before it started. Thanks, Lindsey! But I’m still mad that Tim forbade me to sing. Maybe I’ll go back by myself and MOO. Heh heh.
In the early morning, while River and Tim sleep, The Compound is well-protected by their sentinels.
Guinness
Greta
This post from Shawn at Everything and Nothing will be one of the things I think about all day on Thursday. Shawn, if you’re reading this, I’m glad you can be with your family, and I’m sorry for all the heartache of what you’re about to see.
Thank you for reminding me of all that I have to be thankful for.
A guest is staying at The Compound during the Thanksgiving holidays. COMPETITION! Not for the dogs, because they know she’s the Grande Dame and leave her alone. We’ll just see who’s older and crankier: me…or Greta.
