This morning Wakana and I sat on the carport drinking our coffee as the rain poured down around us. The cats slept on the workbench and we talked of life and how good it is now. Wakana spoke of how she had shut off her emotions while working in Tokyo, how one day she realized she couldn't remember the last time she cried. This was after she started to cry with the feeling of how happy the Mama Kitty is. Remember, when we first saw her she was starving and skinny. She was stealing the bread we threw to the chickens. Now she's fat and happy.

Wakana loves her new car. On the other hand she is less than happy with my Mercedes. The brakes quit working again. Last night, Sunday night. we drove it to the repair shop, an exciting ride without brakes. She followed in her car.

As a consequence of the brakes not working she dragged me out to go shopping for a newer vehicle. We looked but did not see anything that excited my interest. There was a Toyota Highlander that she really liked. She has always wanted one and this was her chance. The thing was loaded with options most of which you'd only need if you were traveling the open road; cruise control, CD and cassette player, DVD player in the passenger seat visor, lots of comfort and style. But I couldn't see letting my old Guam bomb go for that. I just had the brakes fixed and the problem should be covered by that repair. There shouldn't be any further expense.

She seems to love car shopping. I think I've created a monster. I truly believe that she wanted to go looking only because of the shopping experience.