A Wonderful, Ordinary Day

A Wonderful, Ordinary Day

Things are back to normal, more or less. Nemo’s surgery went well; he’s home and we are following the veterinarian’s directions. He limps a lot but his foot is securely bandaged. When he goes outside, he has to wear a plastic sleeve to keep dampness off the bandage. He wags his tail, is happy to […]

A Tight Grip on Freedom

A Tight Grip on Freedom

  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 […]

Guests, Flowers, Trees, Beautiful Morning

Guests, Flowers, Trees, Beautiful Morning

It’s so nice to have guests this morning. My brother and niece from Minnesota are visiting and that makes for a good morning.  I’m trying to keep the house quiet as they are still snoozing after being on the road so long. Nemo just saw some walkers go up the hill. I cautioned him to […]

Is It Night or Is It Morning?

Is It Night or Is It Morning?

  It is so dark this morning! Rain falls and thunder grumbles through the clouds. Wonderful rain! How we need it. Reading, writing–both go much better with rain. So, I’m going to grab a second cup of Folgers, settle down in front of the computer, and see what Ned is doing over in Ednalee this […]

Here, There, and Everywhere (Almost)

Here, There, and Everywhere (Almost)

After many cancellations due to conflicts in schedules, the Cozy Critters finally met again yesterday. As usual, it was a fun time. Jane was brimming with enthusiasm for her recent trip out west. She has been posting pictures on her Facebook page and brought more to show us today. Her and Mark’s first stop was […]

Early Morning Sounds

Early Morning Sounds

I’ve always enjoyed early morning sounds. They mean that night is over, the sun is on its way, a whole, new day opens up before me. Possibilities rise with daybreak. When I was a child, I awoke to the chunk of wood being poked into a cookstove, the clink of a coffee pot and the […]