"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
I saw a bird that shouldn’t be here. This was about a month ago, while Donna and I were hiking in a Tucson park. Back behind the soccer fields, where it was mostly dirt and cactus, there was this beach bird, something like a plover. “That bird is sure lost,” I thought. As Donna and I got […]
Paris Hilton sat in a cell, Paris Hilton felt rather unwell, All her great fortune and lawyerly men, Couldn’t spring Paris Hilton again. Hah! So there! Justice is served! Still, something about this morality play makes me feel . . . well, manipulated. Aren’t there other, more important people who should be in jail? While we focus […]
I can honestly say Dad’s funeral was a celebration of his life. Not a dry eye in the house, but a celebration nevertheless. He accomplished a lot in his four score and two. He influenced a wide circle of people. He had a large and loving family. He had multitudes of friends. He made a […]
My father had been ill since last November and yesterday he died, at home with wife and family by his side. I’m flying back tomorrow for the funeral. The path between Tucson and Cape Girardeau has, over the past few months, become a familiar one. Donna and I are happy we (and both our children) were […]
I promised my sisters I’d post new photos of Schatzi, so here she is, five minutes ago: And again, three minutes ago, demonstrating a dachshund survival technique, the ability to blend in with its background: She sleeps. She wakes. It’s a dog’s life.
. . . do as the Bloglanders do. It’s cat blogging time at Being and Bloginess! When we travel, our friend Angela sometimes stays at our house. She brings her cat, Kittyman. Kittyman is big on turf, and always claims our cat’s bed. And here’s our poor cat, Chewie, the refugee of the world: Well. […]
Donna and I are in Missouri, visiting with Dad and Lois . . . and the rest of my family, which over the years has become an extended one, but not so extended I can’t keep track of names, and, more important, who’s related to who (with lots of help from Donna, naturally). When I’m in […]
Okay, I cede the battle. Our ground squirrels and pack rats are smarter than the traps I set out for them. For now, they have the run of the property. For now, they scoff at me. Vermin take note: I have not ceded the war. Yesterday’s news today: our first 100-degree day; regular gas finally […]