

Remembrance of Things Past (With apologies to Mssr. Proust)
Those of you who read this blog may have noticed that there has been a bit of a dry spell, word wise. It’s unusual for me, but true nonetheless. To quote one of my favorite films, Shakespeare in Love “My muse has deserted me”. So today I offer up an uninspired, but fairly accurate, recap of some of the highlights of my year at the Center, in my own home, and in our sweet village in general. We began with a flush of adoptions: three kitties and a dog found their forever homes