Greetings .... No Salutations

Another week another funeral - definitely making a habit of them - this time a pilot, which certainly has more impact for me. Strange thing this piloting business as we who fly, keep hostage those tied to the ground. We who fly can reduce the odds as much as possible, minimize the risks and so on but family and friends have no control what so ever. Actually, this is why I think flying is a much better metaphor for life than baseball or golf - admittedly a whole lot less available as a comparison, therefore making it quite elitist. By definition, since it is so elitist I suppose it does not have much value as a metaphor, except for me.

We've not had much summer weather this summer and the pundits are calling for a longer, colder winter. Too soon there will ice and snow to deal with on the drive to work. Where are my lottery winnings?!? In fact, I have always maintained that I will not win any lottery at all until I don't want to win one and strangely enough, even though I would like to win now, I rarely buy a ticket - significantly reducing my chance to win, and I ask: If I would like to win the lottery NOW and rarely buy a ticket and I think I could use the money .... well, how likely am I to win the lottery when I don't think I need it and am even LESS likely to win? Sounds like "The Secret" to me!

The cats extend their greetings to the world, Precious busy being "precious" and Spook? Well her attitude is evidence by her picture ... oh wait there is not picture!