The old year is washed away, a mixture of joy and pain, of
hope and utter frustration.
On New Year's Eve 2010, my beloved 22 year old cat Millie
left for good . . . no more moonlit rides on my broomstick.
A cat of distinction, my very personal friend and companion.
My broomstick sulks in a corner, I have no heart for flying solo.
Thank God for all my blogging friends who have kept me
partially sane through the shoals and shipwrecks of the past
year. I don't know what I would have done without those of
you who have become very special friends and all of you who
have left comments and/or are following my meagre
photographic efforts. My trusty Nikon became unfocused and
had to be sent to hospital. In some ways a good thing since I
replaced it by a Canon with slightly better optics. Yet both
cameras have their good and not so good points and I am looking
forward to my Nikon being resuscitated.
This year has many challenges ahead, both with the Prof and
my darling sister, I will be yo-yoing to Melbourne again shortly
to see her.
When things get too gloomy, I check out the wormholes, both
on Windy Hill, as well as a few other locations nearby.
Who knows when the call will come to step through one of them?
I wish you all the wonders that this world can provide if we just
keep our eyes and minds open. Stay well, be happy and dream . . .