We go to breakfast a couple of times a month at a local diner. And have become part of a Sunday afternoon diner tribe. It is the Big Guy and me ... and about 40 elderly African Americans. It is like being in a room full of grandparents. We stand out as the odd ones, in jeans and t-shirts. Our elderly friends are almost all just come in from church ( Read more... )

**** We are thankful to the East because everyone feels good in the morning when they awake, and sees the bright light coming from the East; and when the Sun goes down in the West we feel good and glad we are well; then we are thankful to the West. And we are thankful to the North, because when the cold winds come we are glad to have lived to see ( Read more... )

I have celebrated New Years often and well. Last night my loved ones were elsewhere while we stayed home with some kind of bug. Celebrating with the bug was not the best of New Years, but it permitted us to appreciate this was our fifth New Year together. We're old; time is flying ( Read more... )

Wild and crazy winds are coming through here today. I was keeping an eye on the trash and the recycle cans, and as soon as the trash truck came through went out to bring that can back in. I had a lot of difficulty due, and it was an interesting struggle. Rather glorious, actually. I thought the recycle bin, being so large, would be just fine until ( Read more... )

To a certain friend ... forgive us :) You were so kind to haul all those boxes down from the attic. And they were quite lovely to look at while I got over the flu. Yesterday the moment arrived where they were actually unpacked, and our lit-but-undressed tree was about to bloom. And daggnabit ... the boxes were full of house decorations, and ( Read more... )

This morning when I let the furguys out the little one was extremely worried. George was out bounding about and slipping and sliding on the ice and having a great time. But little dude Bogie was extremely nervous. Not just about his footing, but about it all ( Read more... )

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Life ... as viewed through five days of fever (damn the flu! but there be some benefits ( Read more... )

My father has a collection of short stories he has written about the animals in his life, which has become a kind of biography. As I thought about the animals he wrote about that were the parts of his life I remember, I naturally started creating chapters of my own life around the animals I have known. Such wonderful memories! All the memories ( Read more... )

Simple things that make you happy ( Read more... )