Little dogs, whether in the Shiney Apple or the Middling City, enjoy window shopping, Yours Truly opines.

Spent a chunk of yesterday with the Niece, first brunching amongst the pop art and down the hallway from photo-secessionists. I speak, of course, of muse at the venerable Albright-Knox.
Afterward we moved along to the Hysterical Society as she requested, meandering along the Street of 1870 display that has been creakingly in existence there since Yours Truly can ever recall.
According to wall notes this modest display has been standing since 1959.
Five decades of edification fercrissakes.
After that we went to Burchfield-Penney Art Center's new digs to enjoy a look at the new white curves, the blonde wood curves, and the Kurlands on view - three in all.
As we stood in front of his panels we phoned him to tell him where we were standing at the very moment.
He enjoyed that.
We enjoyed his depictions of magnolias.
Bought the Niece two artful bracelets from the gift shoppe and told her that when she wears them she has to think of her Auntie giving her a loving squeeze.

Downloaded some music by Alexi Murdoch today, a mellow selection for laptopping. Another primo artist discovered on pandora.

LisaF suggested a Frock Swap this past week and YT, ever suffering partially from Rock&RollEar, heard Frog Swap.
LisaF, originating from the midwest, would like a small bunch of ladies to gather to swap things that are not so worn any more. Have done this before but never called it a Frock Swap.
Frogs or Frocks, it'll be fun.

Book Group #2 met last night chez Kerly for feasting convo about Great Expectations - what I named this group, a good name. Especially as the first selection was the same.
Our next book is democratically up for vote.

Speaking of Democracy.
The shoe throwing incident involving our outgoing president.
YT was ultra-impressed by his comback aplomb with the quip that all he had to report is that it was a size 10.
Brilliant, actually.
And then he stated that that's the price for democracy, Calling attention to oneself.
As the journo who did the shoe tossing was being beaten in the hallway.
Goodbye Mr. Bush.
Please pass the change.

Change Love.