And Then There's Me

  

As I may have mentioned once or twice, dear Miss Beatrice Arthur and I share more than an at times flinty temperament; we are both May babies, born today.  As the years go by, I feel ever more something of a kinship with the old girl, bless her memory.

We're not doing much in the way of celebration today, as My Dear Sister is journeying south this weekend and we'll be festive then.  Still, it's a milestone in its small way, and this year doubly so simply because, in the words of Mr. Sondheim, I'm still here.  Which I'm deciding is a very good thing.  Perhaps, in Miss Arthur's memory, I should dedicate the coming year to finding new and inventive ways to be compromisin', enterprisin', anything but tranquilizin'.

Or maybe I'll just go in for tunics and scarves.  We shall see...