When I have nothing to say, I probably should say nothing. Which is the way I feel this morning. Maybe the actual truth is I have too much to say and saying it would be disorganized, jumbled, and not hold together at all. The dog walker just went up the hill, walking a dog […]
Jul 6, 2018
The Mysterious Actions of Nemo
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A dove saunters through the grass, picking here, pecking there, finding tiny particles of interest. A brown thrasher flies down, all business, finds something, pecks, flies off with it. The birds are busy but much quieter now. They all have babies to feed and are about the serious task of building families. I […]
Jul 5, 2018
A Bodiless Voice in the Maze
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The morning comes gently in, leaves on the trees not moving, the squirrel on the mailbox post quietly munching something, and Nemo cautiously approaching the door, sniffing the scents of last night’s fireworks. He survived another noisy Fourth and I’m sure he is inwardly rejoicing at the serenity of the morning after last night’s […]
Jul 3, 2018
A Tight Grip on Freedom
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I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on […]
Jun 29, 2018
Seems Like I Heard That Before, Sometime, Somewhere
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Today’s blog is a list of quotes that we’ve probably heard–or, maybe not. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to list them and see how you do. These are the possibilities: I Corinthians 13:13, William Shakespeare, Scarlett O’Hara, John F. Kennedy, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Sir Winston Churchill, Robert Browning, Victor Hugo, Mark Twain, […]
Jun 27, 2018
Thunderstorms and Nervous Tension
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The clouds came rolling in again last night. Thunder rumbled; Nemo paced. I think in addition to hearing the loud sounds which he doesn’t understand, he must be highly sensitive to the charged air, or something that we humans don’t feel. Whatever it is, thunderstorms make him nervous. I was glad to see the rain […]
