My husband was making noises in the bathroom that filtered through my consciousness and caused me to wake. No, not those kind of noises, these were the sounds of a man tapping his three-bladed razor on the sink edge while a trickle of water splashed into the basin. Let’s see, morning + husband getting ready for work = a… Read More
Nature episode 113…
It was a gray morning and I fought getting out of bed. Pudgy pushed her face into mine with the not so subtle message that she was hungry and wanted breakfast. Okay, okay. I stretched and yawned and shuffled into the bathroom. Looking out the window I noticed our dog Booker sitting in the backyard like the RCA Victor dog…. Read More
Speeding through my memories…
The police vehicle was perched on the side of the road like a cat about to pounce. Immediately I did what every red-blooded American does…I glanced at my speedometer because I had no clue how fast I had been driving. Dang, dang, dang. I was doing about sixty-three in a fifty-five mile per hour stretch of road. I looked into… Read More
A Pudgy Prayer…
The early spring storm forcefully exhaled stale winter air over a greening landscape. The damage was minimal, but tufts of leaf buds clinging to broken branches unwilling to bend littered the back yard. Among the debris I spotted my string of Tibetan prayer flags sprawling on the ground wilted and spent. It was a sad sight. For nearly a… Read More
Twinkle toes in the twilight years…
Dianne had a certain look in her eye. She’d been shepherding and essentially babysitting our group around Tibet for two weeks, and as a result we had effectively managed to fray her last nerve. Our location at the time was Kangding, a surprisingly large city located in a valley of the Tibetan Plateau. Dianne put her hands on her hips…. Read More
And the winner is…
Three flower girls, clad in beautiful dresses, sprinkled pastel-shaded flower petals along the path the bride was about to take. A six year old girl sitting behind my husband and I watched the girls with a smidge of envy. “Why couldn’t I be a flower girl?” she whispered to her mom. Her mom shushed her and said to get… Read More
Driving Emotions…
If cars could have leprosy my daughter’s car, lovingly known as “Chip,” has had it for the past ten or twelve years. Chip is a 1996 Chevy Corsica. Poor Chip had one of those unfortunate paint jobs where the primer didn’t do what it was supposed to do, and the paint sloughed off over time. (By the way, shame on GM… Read More
Odd bed-fellows…
The two railing planters—rectangle-shaped wire lined with cocoa matting—looked like half smirks. Part of the matting had drooped and part remained where it was supposed to be. I wasn’t sure if I could salvage the matting, but had nothing to lose, so I tried to bolster and adjust. As I propped up the drooping sides I’d rearrange the dirt…. Read More
Man Speak…
The man stepped down from his truck cab, lifted his baseball cap, and scratched his forehead. Huh. How was he going to squeeze a very large septic-pumping truck through an very small space? Let me explain … Several days prior to the septic truck’s arrival on our yard, my husband borrowed my ex-husband’s trailer. What has one to do with… Read More
The car, the road, the woman…
Last week as I struggled though my final papers for the college semester, I felt exhausted. Driving home from a workout, I eased my car to a halt at a red light. To my right a car was signaling to turn onto the freeway. For just a moment a feeling of flight washed over me. In those brief moments… Read More
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