"To every thing there is a season. A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to love, and a time to hate; A time [...]
I wrote the following on September 11, 2001. We were all so sad, so frightened, so devastated. All day today, rain Gray, sad As if God Cannot stop crying.
When it comes to being grandparents, Babe and I will never make the A list. Anytime our sons ask us to baby-sit their young, its a foregone conclusion that sheer desperation has had a hand in their decision. Babe high-fives the six-year-old Grandkid from Hell and says, "Hey Dude, you up for a Happy Hour [...]
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. ~Plato My Monday began with no coffee. Things couldn't be worse than that, so I hightailed it to a Quick Stop even before my curling iron had time to heat up. Breathing a grateful sigh to the Columbian coffee bean growers, I rebooted my [...]
Yesterday someone said to me, "You are well-preserved for your age." Well preserved? I said, "What do I look like, a jar of Smuckers?" While genes play a part in how we look by the time our grandkids are in college or have married and have rug rats of their own, so does that free [...]
"If you wish the dog to follow you, feed him." Unknown While pouring dry dog food into Overweight Tallulah Blankhead's bowl, Babe says, "She's not fat, she's a middle-aged female with a middle-age middle that needs rounding out." I roll my eyes. "If her middle gets any rounder we can slap a saddle on [...]
Babe and I are sitting cross-legged on the floor around a smoldering stainless steel hibachi table. We are squished together like squid sushi with eight total strangers. Since it's our first time at the new Japanese restaurant, we are not exactly sure what to do. A Japanese/Italian Samurai marches unsmiling into the room and breaks [...]
It is April 15th and much too close to five o'clock. In mere minutes, the Post Office doors will slam shut against me. I am racing, along with many other last minute taxpayers, against time as I pull into the parking lot which runneth over with cars. I drive around till I am dizzy. Finally, [...]