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Spring started this week and I woke up to a foot of snow this morning! What fun! I prefer a little sunshine and warmth this time of the year and kind of disappointed my tulip buds are now hidden.. but there is light at the end of the tunnel because it will be in the 40s this week and all will be normal.. maybe? I will make the best of it and go snowshoeing for a couple fo hours; my dog loves the snow and reminds me to just enjoy whatever is here! So, by golly, that is exactly what I am goi... Read More
Well, I am glad to have found a spot where there are more like "me" than not! I have lived here in Tornado Alley for 10 years now and this year it is feeling like a tornado is sweeping through my life. Health problems are plaguing me and it is my first time having a huge amount of health issues...and so I must say: it sucks to get old!Easter is coming early again this year and I just do not have the energy to do anything. Maybe I'll take Shiloh for a walk if her paw is better. She is 8 years old... Read More
In The End In the end we find ourselves at the beginning. When something ends something else begins. Life has a way of immitating the universe - eternally expanding and contracting, continuous beginnings and endings.When spring begins winter ends. But, winter does not simply lay down its icy sword and surrender - it does not go gently into that good spring. It fights and struggles to stay alive for just a few weeks longer. Though its soul melts in the increasing warmth of the spring sun, wint... Read More
Steamy here this morning. We were out of bananas so I sent Bluffo out to find some. After several hours I am becoming concerned that Bluffo hasn't returned. I don't know why, on this particular morning it worries me - but it does. I am fretting. It is typical of Bluffo to go off into the jungle in search of bananas, monkeys or blowfish and not return for hours -sometimes days. An unsettling feeling has come over me this morning, perhaps because it has been pouring rain all ni... Read More
Ode To Futility The real story behind Thurman L. Gaston's "Ode To Futility"Delirious with fever and hobbling on one foot, he broke the surly bonds of the tangled vines that had held him captive for nearly a week and soon found himself splashing in a pool of stagnant, algae-laden water. The corrosive liquid scathed his raw skin and made him grimace in searing pain. Every vine-scarred inch of his body oozed and itched. Alone and nearly drowning in putrid green water, he called feeb... Read More
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