Wednesday, January 15, 2020
For the past two days I’ve had a house guest. Her name is Kaylee, she’s a Rhodesian Ridgeback – my son’s well-loved rescue dog from several years ago. Kaylee is ten, has hip issues, and has always had a big smile and a wag for me. Son is in the process of evicting a roommate, which is a fraught and... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
POPPIES
I was at my computer, playing the umpteenth game of Klondike solitaire when I heard Judge Mathis querying a litigant about poppies. I didn’t get the whole conversation, but the words triggered a weird memory. It was probably 1939. My father was a gunnery officer serving aboard the USS Saratoga, at... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 13, 2020
WHY ME? (a chip off the philosopher’s stone)
Why is this happening? Why now? Why me? These are questions we all ask at times. If we live a normal life, we will face fearsome possibilities and “interesting times.” Accidents, injuries, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, ideas that seemed good at the time, life-threatening illness – our... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
HER DAY
She stands at the window, watching. There walks a couple holding hands. Their steps quicken as they near home. Later comes a boy and his dog bouncing along with a ball. The sad girl from the next block moves like molasses in January in no hurry to get home to her critic. A bicycle bearing Stan, who... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 11, 2020
WALTER
In 1966 we moved next door to Walter, a 78-year-old retired carpenter. He was industrious as a beaver, always busy in his garage workshop, gutting old TV consoles and recycling them. He separated out the precious metals used in the wiring and sold them and various parts to a scrap metals dealer. He... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, January 10, 2020
... signifying nothing
I’ve gotta quit paying attention to politics. I’m gonna get an ulcer, or worse, pop an artery if I keep letting myself get so ticked off at all the antics of the court jesters and sycophant hand-kissers dancing to the tune of the great and glorious Oz. Hector B. Turtle, the slippery Boot Scraper and... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, January 9, 2020
WHEN DREAMS MAY COME
Thanks to a restless bladder and other sleep issues, it is rare that I snooze long enough to have a real dream, the kind of story dream I used to take for granted when I was a kid in my early seventies… But last night one came, and Woo! Hoo! I could remember bits of it when I woke up. It seems I was... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
A light has gone out, my granddaughter's struggle is over.
Obituary Rebecca Rae --------, 42, of Maryville, died at her residence on Sunday, January 5, 2020 at 8:19 pm. She was born December 27, 1977, in Litchfield, IL to David -------- & Melissa ---. She was a project manager for Centene Corp, Clayton, MO. Rebecca enjoyed shopping, being with her cat,... Sign in to see full entry.
Blast from the past - to be continued...
but not right now. Dealing with today, today. Just tell your loved ones you love them today. Tell them to let their light shine. We can't say it often enough. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 6, 2020
Grandma Lucy: Part 2
When I started second grade – 1942 – I was six, turned seven that September. My little sister Rosalee was going on four, and baby brother Jim was two. Our dad was in the U.S. Navy, a gunner’s mate and at the time a Chief Petty Officer. We thought he was serving on the USS Saratoga, the military’s... Sign in to see full entry.