Sleep came and went and then came again, A long night of thoughts, never to end. Elusive as riches to those who seek more, An unanswerable knock upon life’s front door. The TV whispered, “watch me” there’s so much to know, Falling into the trance of the inviting warm glow.…
Welcome to the New Year, Day Number Two, Basura Cat says there’s so much to do. We can clean out the gutters, clean out the drawers, We can rearrange closets and do so very much more. If we stay busy and take get rid of old things, We’ll have space…
February 2020~ First Case of Covid-19 appears in Texas, uniformed me, runs around in ignorant bliss. March 13th2020 ~ Texas Governor Abbott declares a State Of Emergency ~ within days this is followed by “Stay At Home and Shelter In place Orders. I decide to stop teaching private music lessons…
I get into awkward conversations, I suspect we all do. Where what I think is totally different from what someone else thinks and we leave in agreed disagreement. Today’s topic concerned the death of 82-year-old Dawn Wells, who played Mary Ann on Gilligan’s Island back in the ‘60s. The news…
Who else feels like their watching a maddening slow motion game of Ping-Pong by 2 groups of drug-laden turtles? So they are reportedly going to send out $600.00 stimulus checks to help us, help ourselves, as the Pandemic rages on. Democrats wanted to send more money to us, but Republicans said…
Sitting on the porch, drinking coffee, watching the day go by, the dull sounds of an electric guitar playing the intro to 7 Nation Army. Thinking to myself, “How cool, someone got a bass guitar for Christmas.” Then random notes played on higher strings, “Oh cool, someone got an electric…
Coffee by my bed this morning, presented by the Elf On The Shelf. Morning walk with Sofia around the neighborhood, smiling, waving shouts of “Merry Christmas” to strangers we meet. Back home, reaching out to those we love, miss, cherish. Chocolate bars surprise for our neighbors. Masks on, tossing chocolate, scurrying…
Sitting in silence, this early Christmas morning with Basura Cat sleeping upon my lap. I find myself wondering if all pet owners sit in uncomfortable positions for extended periods of time so they don't wake them up. It's an odd Christmas this year, no tree, no turkey, no gatherings due…
It’s a quiet Christmas Eve morning, Sofia doing her thing, me, mine, Basura Cat sleeping in the windowsill. A text from my adopted family, “Are you busy?” First thought was about seeing anyone during the Pandemic, during the season of gathering. First a stop by my adopted nieces, the girls…
I suspect that I am not alone, getting lost in memories at this time of the year. Here are some of my fondest of Christmases gone past. My mom loved Christmas, we’d clean and cook and spend the day with family and friends, stomping snow off their boots and settling…