A fond farewell
J just drove away from here for the last time. Friday, he filled up the kindling box and organized the firewood to his satisfaction. (Yes,… Read More »A fond farewell
J just drove away from here for the last time. Friday, he filled up the kindling box and organized the firewood to his satisfaction. (Yes,… Read More »A fond farewell
So, here she is: my little fuzzbutt of curiosity, in a mellow moment. I told my pain specialist about her, as follows: She is turning… Read More »Service animal in training
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The power went out last night. I’m used to it. I grew up in places where electric outages were common. We’d just get on with… Read More »When the electricity goes out.. I purr
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The grip of the last round of the Yucks started to break right after posting my last. I hate it when I have to go that far… Read More »Back in the saddle again