I’ve never been very good at planning, but somehow my plans still work out. Just sometimes later than sooner. Nature and my cats help keep me on track.
Baby steps are the kind of steps that risk-adverse people like to take. These kind of steps pay off in huge rewards of light and color, warmth and furry critters.
Getting close to that time when our cats will have to work for their food.
The “R” bomb meaning retirement, resignation. Gee, those words really sound kind of depressing, like I’m resigning myself to retiring into oblivion. But that’s not how I see it. I might retreat further into my bubble when I retire, but my bubble needs some serious attention. I read recently that […]
The adventure has begun in earnest. Will he or won’t he become the fourth dimension of the kitty kingdom that is our home?
I’m continuing my countdown in perhaps a more upbeat tone that I had when I started. The next 70-some days will be rough for this country, no doubt. I’m no Pollyanna, but I can be optimistic. I’m old enough to know that staying calm, being patient, and holding on to […]
I love the number thirteen. That and the fact that I got an extra hour’s sleep this weekend made me feel quite chippy on Sunday. Monday (today) starts week #13 in my countdown, so for once I actually looked forward to Monday. To a point anyway. This will no doubt […]
At 63 years old, I still enjoy getting dirty as much as I did when I was 6.
My husband and I used to walk the 12-mile loop, although for me anyway the last two miles were more hobbling than walking. These days neither of us can manage walking the 6-mile loop. Bad knees, bad back, less tolerance for heat and humidity. But we have bikes.
As if I needed another reason to anticipate a new chapter in my life, I received word yesterday that an anthology of essays and poems on aging–including one of my own–has just been published!