It Usually Works
Goodness Gracious! He's downright loquacious, and how do I get him to cease? With mental telepathy I send him my empathy, "...but it's time to go home if you please!" Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 8, 2022
Sunday, August 7, 2022
Mmmmmm, Smell That
Cartilaginous, bony or jawless ichthyology for me is not flawless but I'm always happy with a big plate of crappie fried crispy with a chippy or two or three...or four...or more Sign in to see full entry.
First Grade Spelling Words?
My DIL the pedagoguette is loved by her students...and yet, she always is working to keep them from shirking their studies with later regret. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 6, 2022
People Just Like a Good Time
With contumeliousness her forte, lack of friends her weakness. Alone she faces the environs of Pimlico her company avoided at the Preakness.......and everywhere else. Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Memories - How Were They Made?
Writing does not come "easy" to me, no thoughts floating on the breeze drifting from my mind carrying messages down to my fingers tapping on the keys. Never did, never will. No, I have to scrabble for every bit of progress, writing, erasing, writing again, erasing again, editing over and over,... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 28, 2021
Memories
It seems, these days, that I don't spring out of the bed on awakening, the way I used to, all ready to greet the day. No, rather I drag myself up into a sitting position on the side of the bed, groan a little, rub my still-closed eyes, and say to myself that if it wasn't for a need to make a little... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 2, 2021
A Long Year Without You
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson Son of my heart, as was your Brother David gone before you, and your living brothers still with me in missing you. Three hundred and sixty five days I have thought about you, talked to... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 9, 2021
The Sun Is Finally Shining
Days of gray clouds and rain and cold and arthritis pains jabbing and not accomplishing much and seeing no one except those getting in and out of their cars in the parking lot and hurrying in out of the cold, or taking a bag of trash out to the dumpster. Finally last evening just before 5:00 p.m.... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Especially For Goldiec
I wrote this for my Sister that I was telling you about, the one who loved fairies and collected them. You might be the only one who has never seen it. She was very special to me. Faery Dust And Memories A little woodland faery, she fluttered in on gossamer wings drawn to white coral bells and tiny... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Shadows Of The Past Spanish moss blowing in the wind as it hangs from spectral limbs, reaching out in evenings failing light, all encompassing ambience of the night's arrival, calls to mind how the shadows of my past and the future of my grandchildren are entertwined. Somewhere in the middle am I,... Sign in to see full entry.