Most of you already know that we just wrapped up our summer fundraiser. As promised, here is the final tally of places from which donations came:
Stateside: Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Kansas, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, North Carolina, North Dakota, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Texas, Virginia, West Virginia, and Washington
Far Abroad: Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Hungary, Indonesia, Ireland, Israel, Luxembourg, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden, Thailand, and the UK
Canada: Alberta, British Columbia, Newfoundland, Ontario, and Saskatchewan
Australia: Australian Capital Territory, New South Wales, Victoria, and Western Australia
The amount was a little thinner than usual, but we’ll definitely have enough to squeeze by for another three months. And the number of gifts was considerably higher than it normally is, with a lot of first-time donors in addition to the usual suspects. There were just lots of modest donations, and those add up. The turnout pleased me, because it means we have a robust, distributed funding base.
Anyway, now I can relax for a few hours, and maybe catch up on my sleep…
Dymphna and I are very grateful to you all for your generosity, both the recidivists and the first-timers.
FYI, not all money has come in yet. I’ll have a bit of something eventually, but it’ll take a few weeks before you get it…
That has been my experience: donations drift in between-times, plus we have some monthly donors, bless ’em.
Is that you or the Baroness in that chair? Enjoy your nap(s), both of you.
That was Lulu. My beloved cat. She took ill and died on a day when the B was (rarely) traveling. So I called a close friend who came over to help me bury her near the power line that leads down to the road. He brought along with him a restaurant-sized container of cayenne pepper. We wrapped Lulu in an old towel, her shroud, and after Chris dug her grave, we salted each layer of soil we used it thoroughly salt all the layers of soil, ending with some river stones on top, also covered in cayenne. No wild animal ever disturbed her resting place.
Which is more than I can say for the pear tree, laden with fruit until a few days ago. We think the culprit may have been one of the small black bears whose population is expanding here.
Glad to know you had at least one cat. I’ve had six down the years, buried four of them (with help from friends who also love cats; couldn’t have done it without their support). The current two Feline Americans in my household are a (former) tom named for Casey Stengel and a (spayed) female named for Mlle. Chanel. They’ve become closely bonded even though they didn’t know each other until they met in my kitchen. As far as I know, they don’t discuss either baseball or French politics, which is probably why they get along so well.
Lulu must have been a very gentle creature! Did she ever complain about her food? Or about the overdue paintjob of her chair? If she had a miouw in this.
She was indeed a gentle soul. She didn’t complain about the food since there was a whole outdoor menu from which to choose. I did buy occasional real food for her.
That chair doesn’t need a paint job. Its in the “quaint” category, an antique. As one would not polish old coins – the same rule holds. Notice it’s not flaking…neither are we.
indeed, that chair caught my eye.A unique beauty.