This is another rainy morning and earlier, it was a rainy, stormy morning with thunder booming around the clouds. My pal Nemo the Furry One is not a fan of storms. Since his hearing is almost non-existent, he isn’t afraid of those loud sounds any more, but I’m convinced that he feels atmospheric change or […]
Jul 21, 2023
Thunderstorm
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This part of the state is under a thunderstorm watch. After the heat and humidity of yesterday, the relative coolness this morning is welcome. Thunderstorms? Well, they are interesting and necessary. I just hope this one doesn’t lose its temper and become violent. Putting water into birdbaths is a must all year round. Little feathered […]
Jul 23, 2022
Waiting for the Other Shoe
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I got up far too early this morning. Maybe I’m like my dad in that respect. He was a true believer in early to bed, early to rise. In fact, he went to bed with the chickens and thought everyone else should too. His stubborn children, as well as his wife, didn’t agree. Dad had […]
Jul 22, 2020
Dry Thunderstorm
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Last night, we had another dry thunderstorm–the second one this month. According to what I’ve read, these are common in western states during late spring and early summer, but, for goodness sake! Arkansas is not west. I’d just as soon not have them. Caused by excessive heat and dry air, they present a lot of […]
May 14, 2018
Once Upon a Time, a Few Years ago.
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As I looked back this morning at past posts, I found this one I wrote a number of years ago. My grandchildren were a lot smaller then. I was working on the first Ned McNeil moonlight mystery. Today, I’m working on the third book in that series. So, because it gave me a warm feeling, […]
Aug 4, 2017
Delicious Supper, Lively Conversation,Tree Frogs
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Last night, Matt and Dawn invited me over for supper. Those of you who know my daughter-in-law know that she’s an excellent cook. I gladly accepted, hopped in my SUV, and trundled right over to the younger Manos’s abode. The sky was overcast and rain was in the forecast. “I hear thunder,” I said, as […]
