Bits of good news

Things like this make me proud of the French.

And this has long been needed. Where do I sign up? Am I already a member?

We've found a solution to keeping Louie out of the dog food--put it in the dog's cage. He's flexible, though, and has discovered a new target: the cat's food.
But he's giving grouper kisses sometimes, so that makes up for it.

That kitten we were "given" just before Christmas seems to be part Labrador retriever. She licks a lot. Fingers, noses, foreheads. I think her favorite flavor is Rachel.

I really am speechless.

This is beyond me.

Except... how will they be punished, exactly?

Good news from France

Naming a lost child.

We named ours last year. It's much easier to say a name than "the miscarriage." I've asked other mothers who have lost and they've given names, too.

I think it's like scattering ashes versus burial. If you scatter, there's no place to go to mourn. Not that I'm advocating daily trips to the cemetery, of course. It's as if the person never was and that seems wrong to me.

Hope from France!

If I say, "It's because they're Catholic!" it's no big deal. If I say, "It's from the bishops!" it becomes quite a big deal.
A legal status for embryos. Hm.


Oh, and I think this is a good idea, but given the demographic projections of Europe (and of course France in particular), it won't last long.

Why did I major in this again?

New embarrassment for Francophiles. My dad thought unions had outlived their usefulness, and he's been gone for almost 15 years.
I'll admit, though, that one of the reasons I don't like to shop at Wal-Mart is their predatory prices, but you know, sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Still, it reminds me of the classified ad: "French rifle for sale. Never fired, dropped once." Maybe they're really just jealous of American ingenuity.