Jeri, I played and sang for her today, and while she didn't get up and dance, I hope she enjoyed it. But I might read to her when I go in on Wednesday. She ought to enjoy Thurber's story about the poodle on the way to a show when the car (a convertible) breaks down, it starts to rain, and when the mechanic arrives he sees Thurber sitting there holding an umpbrella over the dog, freshly trimmed and beribboned...

--seed