Chance of rain low to zip, they said. It's raining oceans. It's thundering so loud it made quiet little Goldie bark. Gizzie is meowing in complete sentences in rapid fire succession. Electricity went out. Lily went into hiding. What a night! All is fine now. Life is full of surprises, innit? Good night. Sleep tight.
This is my husband's ex's dog Goldie. We end up with her frequently this time of year. She is an absolute little love. In reality, she isn't so small, but her love and respect knows no bounds. Even our remaining babycats respect her space. She respects them, too. Roger was the only one who ever … Continue reading Little Miss Goldie
When I was in college in 1973, I was also a biker chick, of sorts. I had a bike very similar to this 1969 HD, 900 cc. You can't imagine how difficult it was for me to muscle this thing around. I was 5'3" and about 125 lbs back then. There's a reason my husband … Continue reading My Bike
I need to be aware that there are still those incompetents who cannot follow the thread of a damned conversation, making a comment to me, rather than their intended victim somewhere else further up the line. I can't edit it, of course, though I would if I could. So I'll have to let it sit … Continue reading Think
Because, for some reason, my husband was very tired, we went to bed at 8:30 last night. That, to me, is way early. To keep cool, we had fans running. That's excellent white noise though. I slept solidly, had no dreams I could remember, and woke up an hour before the babycats at 5:20. I … Continue reading The Sunday Early Edition.