In lieu of a photo hike Saturday, Mister went with me to the Big City to take our little Asta to see a specialist about her injured hip. Our vet sent us with a referral to an orthopedic doc to get a second option about whether the pin holding the break together could be removed. … Continue reading Taking it to the streets
Tag: family
Telemarketer: West Africa calling
Each of my peeps have their own cell phone. Have had since each of our kids reached middle school age and became active in after-school activities. Most of my family and friends, and business contacts, call my cell phone if they need to reach me. Even my Luddite mother, who shuns the Internet but finally … Continue reading Telemarketer: West Africa calling
Today I shall behave…
Today I shall behave as if this is the day I will be remembered.” ~ Theodor Seuss Geisel If I had to describe my personality, I’d say I’m fairly introverted. I don’t typically go out of my way to be noticed, staying under the radar whenever possible. I’m not what I would consider memorable. That … Continue reading Today I shall behave…
Spring haz-mat cleaning: scoop the poop
Tuesday was a beautiful day! The sun was out, temps were climbing back into bearable ranges, and I was actually motivated to DO something. I headed outside to prep my raised planters. Recent monsoons rains, made the backyard a smidge marshy, but other than feeling like I was walking on wet sponges, the prep work … Continue reading Spring haz-mat cleaning: scoop the poop
Under the Big Top
Spinning dinner plates, balanced precariously on spindly broomsticks, wobble out of control. Multi-colored balls, handcrafted out of orphan socks, circle my head in erratic, elliptic orbits while I attempt to keep a hacky sack, stuffed with worries, suspended in the air, frantically hopping from foot to foot. My life is a circus, and I am a … Continue reading Under the Big Top
In his shoes
If I could walk in your shoes for a day, what would the voices say to me, what would the faces look like? Could I survive your reality or would I go mad? *Since his pre-teens, my son has struggled with a myriad of mental health issues. Diagnosed at age 12 with severe panic/anxiety disorder … Continue reading In his shoes
Thin spiral notebook 