Gary:

SPOTTY DOG’S BLOG

There once was a doggy
who had a spiffy bloggy.
He whiffled and whuffled
and piffled and puffled
but, sadly, couldn’t get beyond a good title.

You intrigue me with your plans for a new style of journal/blog, John. I’ll be looking forward to that.

You need a slow climate, with cold winters and mildish summers for good raspberries, Bonnie. Best plan for you, I reckon, is to import them from Scotland…

I first started two blogs with one as backup. That second one is now evolving more toward the visual leaving me blathering on in the first one.

There’s a new design stair-climbing aid just come on the market here, Mage. I’ll try to remember to blog a link to it when I see it next. Not a stair-lift, more a sturdy, mobile rail. Brilliant idea, acting as an intermediate for those of us who may need a bit of a helping hand to keep our independence in a few years. Helluva lot cheaper, too.

I’ll think of you next summer when the rows of raspberry bushes in the garden at the new place begin to bear fruit. I am not a jelly or jam maker so will probably put out a call: “Raspberries all yours, come and pick!”

Ah, Kate, you get the reward for your snowy winters with a stonking good high-quality raspberry crop. They tend to be a bit mushy here. If you can’t think preserves, think pavlova. And raspberry ice-cream!

Well, thanks, Margery! I just go on, day after day, year after year. Sometimes the words work, sometimes they don’t. The important thing is the going on. And I agree… bless the Web.