The answer machine blinked…1…1…1…1. Having just returned from running errands in town I didn’t know what to do first—check the message, hug my just-arrived son, or extract Pudgy from my ankle. I selected hugging my son first. After some chit-chat with him I idly pressed the button to hear the message. “Mrs. Gates, this is the clinic calling. Your mammogram… Read More
Facing Winter…
The wind hit my face like a wet-towel snapped on bare skin in a locker room. It was one of the coldest mornings of our abnormally warm winter and I dressed for Booker’s walk like an Antarctic explorer. Booker was patient, but looked at me strangely as I tried to move with any semblance of grace in my eighty-four layers… Read More
Amanda’s reminders…
As I mentioned in a previous post, our almost-daughter Amanda is now in New Zealand. She has been keeping a blog-journal that helps dissolve the miles and keeps us in touch. In her last post she mentioned how fascinated she is with how Americans are perceived in other cultures. In some incidences she has heard Americans are “uppity,” “over-weight,” and… Read More
Songs of my youth…
Feeling restless today I decided to take a break. It was early afternoon and I wanted brain candy to allow my mind to switch from functional to fun thinking. Sometimes I find doing something out of routine helps me concentrate better later on. Sometimes, however, it is just veers me off track and I find myself crashed on the couch… Read More
Wisdom and the old ways…
Inside the orderly chaos of the old brick farm house’s entry, a box of black walnut shells waited further attention. A thick block of wood, a hammer, and a nut-pick sat next to a chair. I noted the gorgeous hues of brown on the broken shells and wondered how they might be used in a craft project. Ralph, the farm’s… Read More
Pajama day part 2
Reality check… Who am I kidding? I’m still in my pajamas and it is eleven in the morning. It is the best part of my day. 🙂
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