If you can get relatives to help, do that. If not, contact a local women’s shelter or other abuse-related non-profit. They may or may not be able to help directly, but they will most likely know what other resources are available.

I wish you the best.

That depends a great deal on what the local police are like. They may help. They may just let the family know about the complaint. Generations of abused women provide an unfortunate history of these issues.

And even if the police do help, they will not be able to provide protection. Their job is to arrest and prosecute the brother after he commits the murder. It’s sad and wrong, but that is the way the system works.

That is a life well spent.

I gather that to get a London cab license you have to pass a test that requires you to know pretty much every street, alley, and major building in the city. I can’t imagine how long it would take to get all of that into your head.

GPS was life-changing. (Yes, I am that old.) It used to be necessary to find printed maps of wherever you were going, which wasn’t always easy. Then you had to figure out a route. The hardest part was often the last bit of the trip, since you weren’t likely to have a detailed map of your destination city. An if you got lost, figuring out where you were was sometimes quite difficult.

People tend to think of it as mostly affecting longer trips, but finding new addresses in a city was at least as much of an issue. When I lived in the bay area I had a Thomas guide that was 3/4" of an inch thick, just for finding my way around town.

We can only be grateful that cats also have a great sense of humor. It’s why they put up with us.

I’m in favor of using whatever you already have on hand.

Agreed. I figure that after a trip in the trebuchet almost anyone is going to be “trustworthy”. At least, in the sense that they can no longer betray your trust.

Thank you! Sometimes thinking sideways produces interesting results.

Cats deserve to rule everything. And we should be grateful to serve them.

That’s perfect. And she won’t mind if the stitching is off.

It’s simple. Turn this into a blanket for her. Then make a bag.

Depending on the source, Wall Street is somewhere between 3 and 25 feet above sea level. It wouldn’t take much to dampen the market’s spirit. :-)

She is doing her job. And very well, from what I can see.

She’s adorable!

And I want to know what she’s saving up to buy.

It isn’t glamorous and it doesn’t grab headlines, but that is how these problems get fixed.

Making to tomorrow is sometimes not a small undertaking.

Not to far. Thanks for letting me know about it.

I certainly won’t disagree with that.

I do understand. I am constantly fighting that myself. For me it’s an aspirational statement, not necessarily one I always manage to live.