Very private message on a rather public forum to Fla.babe.
H.... B.......
And hugs from Albert and Matron.
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"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
Ms. Lakeside has secretly been cultivating pearls in her lake for distribution. She was down at the lake today and Behold! the first of the season! 'Tis a lovely pink/peach/sunsrise colour. I think I'll send it to Florida for inspection.
H... B.... Lizzy and all the rest, and all the best!
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"He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."
Happy birthday, dear Elizabeth, and may you fully recover from the blows of the past as soon as possible. You will be among the Big Cats to celebrate, but I'm confident that you will return whole. (You've never been afraid of the Big Cats, we all know, and that's one of the reasons we love you, some of the other reasons being personal, and different for each of us.)
I had to be deliberately vague on my original opening post for this new thread, because I wasn't sure if the Florida babe would want her BIRTHDAY on this public forum. If I caused some confusion with the vagueness,
I can only say that, "IT WAS ALBERT'S FAULT."
"Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.