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Cue the Trombones. - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
A Møøse once bit my sister ...
Cue the Trombones.
Our oldest sister would've turned 76 today.

We'd have had her up here this summer, to see the progress in the kitchen. If they've got Youtube up there, now she can still see it, because Eleanor did a video tour of it:

She'd have enjoyed the new music we've brought into the house recently- James Taylor, Dar Williams, and the soundtrack to Fun Home, about a family which somehow managed to be more dysfunctional than ours.

She'd have enjoyed my spunk moment of the day- a day which overall went much better than yesterday (how could it not? it's her birthday, dammit;). I seriously resist spam on my business email account, and when I filed an appeal around this time last year, a bunch of appellate printers started calling and email-bombing me to get the printing business for the job. I told each I'd call them when and if it was ready (it never was), and told the spammer to stop spamming. Which he did, until he got cute the past few days: I started getting multiple nag spams about voting for them in some legal newspaper's "best of" annual survey. Once it got annoying, I got mad, and even. I took action, then replied to the jackass thusly:

We have previously asked you to stop sending us spam. You have instead bombed us multiple times with a results-rigging survey beg, Your unsubscribe link does not work. I signed up for the survey and voted for your competition. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

(The last sentence homages this, btw. And I haven't heard anything further from the dude.)

And she'd be sad, because our other sister's friend Sharon had to send her dalmatian Perdy to Rainbow Bridge today. She went peacefully, with her humans holding her paw. Later in the day, Donna went out to her pool and saw a bird on the steps back up to the house. It was a white bird, but it had spots. She's already got her wings. I'm sure the two of them have met already, along with so many of ours.

But she'd know she's never forgotten. Not one day. Her children, niece and grandchildren all make her, and us, immensely proud.
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