As Karma would have it, I am blessed with a mini version of myself, the phrase, “like mother, like daughter” has skipped a generation and landed in my lap. A precocious Kit~ling, my namesake. If I were to tell you I was a piddler, at one time, would you hold that against me? Well she is that and so much more. There is a phrase in my culture it’s referred to as” Indian time.” What I can tell you is she has made new meaning to the word. Now this is Karma. To know this, is to accept and understand, one day as my Grand~kit holds her namesake, she will be waiting and well that makes me giggle. Now, to see if she has decided, she is ready to embark on our mission. I hear you Boy George.