Jeri once told me I sounded like The Watersons--all of them, I think. (Or maybe it was Frankie Armstrong; I forget.) Anywho, I TOOK it as a major compliment!

And a friend once told me our house looked like the storage wing of the Smithsonian. I also chose to take that as a compliment! (My theory on housekeeping is that if you have enough cool stuff to look at, nobody notices the house is a mess.)

In a small cemetery in York, Maine there are buried two women, some years apart, but with their markers carved by the same carver. In each case the slate gravestone reads, "She lived desired and died lamented." If that isn't something to aspire to, I don't know what is!

Bat Goddess