Hanging limp and impotent from our bedroom doorknob, one of my remaining Mylar party balloons looked like a spent rubber cira the disco era. A huge one, but nonetheless the image came to my somewhat distorted mind. Attached to the languishing balloon was another Mylar balloon still filled tightly with the hope and promise helium delivers. I pondered the two… Read More
Welcome To My Childhood World Of Sunday Mornings
Grandma handed me a pair of dainty white gloves and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.  “I just don’t understand why your hair isn’t as nice as your cousin’s,†she clucked with the staccato timing frustration warrants. I shrugged in response, which once again dislodged the fat sausage curl, and placed the white bonnet on my head. I knew… Read More
A Neat Perspective
I love to read the newspaper. There is something about that ungainly wad of papers that makes me feel like I’m part of the stories. Often my husband gabs the paper on his way to work and returns with only the Variety section. He knows my day is happier when I read my favorite cartoon strips, reflect upon my horoscope,… Read More
Scratch That One
I know better. I am a veteran cat lover and owner. I even know it is ridiculous to say any human owns a cat because cats do what they want, and only hang with those privileged enough to make the cut. But even with all my experience I fell into the trap set for me by Pudgy. She was semi-stretched… Read More
Blindsided
Have you ever wondered who would come to your funeral? I have. Not that I’m morbid, but being an introvert and a wallflower makes me think I’ll have an equally quiet final farewell. Here’s my mental image of the scene: The church as been contacted—probably by my husband– about holding a funeral service for me. After a quick discussion it… Read More
Where The Koi’s Are
While not exactly a tribute to Connie Francis’ song, I thought I’d update y’all on our fish. As you may recall our dog Booker decided to mass murder our pond fish last week. For reasons only our fish and their little guardian fish-angels (angel fish?) know, most of them survived Bookers teeth and an extended period of time on the… Read More
Tore Me A New One
It’s just one more way to work on our relationship on our bed. Recently my husband and I found ourselves in positions not tried before, breathing hard, and feeling worn out. He looked at me with a tiny drop of sweat dripping from his brow and said, “Next time you’re near the edge, you go first.†“I’d like to,†I… Read More
A Love Story
A few weeks ago an email came to us from our daughter’s significant other with a prophetic “ping.”  He wanted us to be in on some vague secretive plans he was making. Could we meet and talk? Every indication pointed to a possible marriage proposal in the making, and covert or not,  we were thrilled. After he got his “cover… Read More
Animal Nature
Wind frenzied sleet smashed against our windows with an angry hiss while I snuggled into an afghan and gave a resigned sigh. It’s April 14, for freak’n sake. When will winter move on? Yesterday the outside temperature struggled into the anemic 30 degree range, but at least the sun shone for abbreviated moments. My husband decided to take advantage of… Read More
Rock’n Robins
Our Minnesota spring has gone AWOL. Grey days, cold weather, and no real reprieve forecast has left me desperately looking for any signs of better days ahead. So far I have seen one brave motorcyclist on the highway, and my day lilies have poked their green heads about an inch out of the frigid earth. Meager offerings at best. Vexingly,… Read More
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