I bought a couple of coy fish to fill my need for a soul mate. I am quite happy to have fish to come home too. Much easier than a man, they require very little upkeep, don’t talk back or steal the covers. This was a major decision in my life after my 30 day experiment of trying to attract a soulmate. I got a note from Sarah, my son’s girlfriend saying maybe I an attacking them instead of attracting them. Amused, I think I will agree. No longer will I search I have the best mates now!

The beautiful solid red one I named “President Hu” (pronounced who) after my Chinese leader in Beijing. The half black and white with a touch of red is called “Oba-mao.” Yes, that is a socialist party joke in China, the name of my American leader in Washington DC, with the Chinese red ‘Mao’ attached to the end.

With in three hours Hu was not happy with Obamao and was floating on his back. Not a good sign for my Chinese leader. With much sadness I scoped his lifeless body from the lovely fishbowl with the airplane plant flopped on top. A salute to a short life well lived, and flush there he goes down the toilet. Easy come, easy go, Hu! Obamao, the socialist fish seems quite content to blow bubbles and swim in his private spa overlooking this great city. He seems happy to see me when I walk in the door. A wink from his big black eyes and I know who my soul mate really is!