My friend Claudia recently underwent her regular six month post-cancer testing. Some of her numbers came back a slight bit elevated which was enough of a concern to warrant additional tests. The results of the subsequent tests still indicated elevated numbers, so she was scheduled for a PET scan—a more accurate and definitive means of knowing what is truly going… Read More
Chick Weekend…
“According to MapQuest Panera Bread should be right here.” My daughter slowed her Subaru and we looked to our right. We looked to our left. No Panera Bread. I grabbed my GPS unit and punched in the address. The assured female voice of the GPS told us to turn, to turn, to turn. We did. Walla. We were right back… Read More
Slow moving eggs-citement…
The huge pile of wood chips has been sitting in our driveway looking like Paul Bunyan’s ugly cheese log from two Christmas’s past. Because of the stack’s location backing out of the garage has been challenging, and each rain sends a wooden river of chips meandering down the asphalt as if seeking the ocean. Considering we live in Minnesota, the chips have a… Read More
Remembering the spontaneity…
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
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