This was a sad Christmas gift:

Oscar Peterson dies .
Last year James Brown was announced dead at Xmas, now Oscar.
My University concert hall was named for him years ago. I’m glad he was alive for that honor. Still, this really sucks.

One month anniversary

It struck me as I woke today: it is exactly a month since my cat Boots died.
I realize that she might not remember any more, but my little one (Squeaky. Little in size, not in age… she’s 14) has been sleeping all day now.

She really is everywhere.

I was at my building Christmas party Wednesday night. The musician hired played taped music in-between playing. On his tapes was Diana Krall’s version of Jingle Bells.
I would have hoped to hear Holly Cole’s Santa Baby,  but I guess that isn’t as well known.

Sad update

I haven’t been around in awhile, partially due to NaNoWriMo, but also for very sad reasons:
Boots,  the cat I’ve spoken about here, died on November 22nd. I’ve been pretty much an emotional basketcase because of it. 18+ years for a cat is a long life, but for us humans it’s a blink.