Let’s admit it–some days, spirits seem to sag in the middle. Everything under the sun that is sad or unfair or uncertain comes and sits right there on my shoulders, just daring me to get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other and face the day. As the songs goes, […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
Aug 9, 2018
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
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In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies. Soon, the summer birds will fly South while the winter birds gather around the feeders. School is about to start for another year of learning and growing, a year or […]
Aug 7, 2018
The Conclusion of the Drama of the Hurt Foot
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At long last, the three-week injured foot challenge has ended happily! Yesterday, Nathan and I took Nemo back to his doctor for the stitches to be removed from his foot. If you’ll remember, he had a small growth on his foot. He was sedated, the growth removed, the incision sewed up, but that was […]
Jul 31, 2018
Through the Morning Mist
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Cooler weather! Ah, how nice. Sure enough, yesterday, we had another really hard rain. I hope that everyone who needs rain is getting it, especially in California. The morning is very still, dark, and, somewhere out back, a dove is calling. He’s pretty insistent. But, a lot of the birds I heard in the […]
Jul 24, 2018
Explaining Surgery to Nemo
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The morning routine is different. Usually, Nemo goes out, I make coffee, Nemo comes in, heads straight for his chewy bone (a teeth cleaner that he likes) then he goes back to his food bowl, eats crunchy mixed with moist, and to his water dish. But, alas! This morning, Nemo can’t have anything to eat […]
