An actual sale.

Zazzle is having a sale: Through the end of the day things all the things they sell will be 14.92 percent off.

My stuff (four calendars and a political comment from a year ago) can be found here.

The sale runs to 11:59 p.m. PDT, and the promotion code to enter is 1492COLUMBUS.

I've seen the calendars now (well one of them), and the production values are decent, if a bit spare. The smallest is a little on the not quite large enough side (if you ask me), but the images are clean, and the calendar more than adequate for keeping track of the days.

So, go take a look at the calendars, and; should you feel the urge, poke abot in some other people's shops too. There might me something you want.

Unto everything there is a season

I don't know where to start this. A friend of mine died. She was sweet, and demanding, and loved without reservation.

La Doña de Que Será Será, aka Sarah, June 1999-October 12, 2009.

She was a great dog. Shy around people she didn't know, and espcially so to men. I recall the first time I met her, about Nov. 99. She was a puppy, and came skittering around the corner because she heard akirlu's voice. She saw me, stopped as dead as she could; skittering on the tile, and quivered, as she piddled on the floor.

By 2003, I was acceptable. Then as I spent lots of time with libertango and akirlu while at Ft. Lewis, I was even liked. In 2004, when Hal broke his leg, and I went up to lend a hand, I was adopted. A full-fledged member of the pack, to be greeted with joy and bounces at the door, and looked after when we came back from trips; lest I get lost. Dogs go in first, but people are not to be left behind.

She wasn't my dog, but I missed her. Walking about SF, or Tennessee, or Los Angeles, or SLO I'd think about her, and wish she was about, tugging on her halti, wanting to go play with the bigger dogs, and snurfle through the grass, and the tide.

Ave atque vale Sara, Ich hatt' einen kamaraden, besseren findst du nit.