Well...here we are. Three decades later, and we're celebrating 30 years of marital bliss. WOW - today, 30 years later, and we're still in love. While it's been a blur for a few of the decades, it's been fun too. We don't buy each other big gifts. We did take a trip with the kids… Continue reading The secrets to a 30-year marriage
But it was just ten seconds of serious intent
I thought to myself, while intent on my own task at hand, "Just give me ten seconds and I'll be right there buddy." His hints entailed subtlety that he was ready to go to bed or outside. One should come before the other, but I wasn't quite ready for either. Plus I had the entitlement… Continue reading But it was just ten seconds of serious intent
Doggie Deja-Vu
We've been scratching our heads in amazement this week since Copper's new dog food arrived and we've started the transition process for him. Last night, it was like we were transported back into the time when Copper first arrived at our house. Except he's bigger now. And older, but his alertness and puppy-like behavior are… Continue reading Doggie Deja-Vu
September storms
As I prepared for my trip to the DMV yesterday, it was dark outside. I hadn't been able to look around the yard yet to see if we had any damage from the storm that rolled through. I have this weird childhood behavior, after growing up in a mobile home court. I simply go to… Continue reading September storms
If I’m not back by 4 send for help
Today's a big day for me! I get to go to the DMV to renew my driver's license. I have my new book to read while I wait. I have my application pre-filled and all the 'proof of who I am' paperwork ready to present. I feel like a kid again. I only have to… Continue reading If I’m not back by 4 send for help
Wooly weeds and a mating dance kind of morning
My window was open yesterday morning, and I heard a ruckus of birds chattering in the trees surrounding the house. The crows were yelling at each other. The Blue Jays were squawking at something - I never know what. And then I heard the familiar sound of a swoop of sandhill cranes. I didn't look… Continue reading Wooly weeds and a mating dance kind of morning