r.i.p. buck owens...

A bunch of us had reservations tonight to see Buck Owens at his Crystal Palace. We had planned to celebrate a friends birthday with Buck in Bakersfield. A friend called me this morning with the bad news, that Buck had just died. That call was immediately followed by the Crystal Palace calling to tell me the sad news... I could hear the caller's voice crack & didn't want to make her repeat the story. I figure she was having to call each and every one of us on the reservation list. I just told her, 'I had heard the news.' She said the place would be closed a few days. I asked her to please 'Give my sympathies to Buck's family & friends'.

I am grateful I got to see him perform last year. He put on an amazing show.

my cat's a cutter

My crazy cat is a cutter. There is no other way to explain it. That phrase was actually coined by my friend Paul. Dear Boyfriend & I ran into Paul & his boyfriend Matt at the David Sedaris reading at Royce Hall last April. Paul & Matt have a couple of cats, so we were sharing various cat tales. I brought up that my cat Sparkles is always opening up her chin. Paul said, "Your cat's a cutter"! And he was right. So she cuts, then she has to wear a cone for a week or so. Then she heals & I take the cone off & she goes back to cutting herself. Insanity! And let me tell you, a litter box using cat with a cone is problematic. She uses the litter box & as she is looking around for what needs burying, she often dips the cone in poo. Then with poo on the cone she jumps on the bed or couch for some affection & perhaps to show off the new decoration on her cone. Crimony!


This photo is pretty crappy, but really, do you want to see her wound clearly? Bleh.