Happiness. It's relative.
Finally, she was parallel to her dog. She kicked her legs to push herself high out of the water and yelled “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” She treaded water in the thick wave and pointed to the shore. “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” He came. Grady’s… Continue Reading “Part 3: Grady and Irene”
“Grady! GRADY!” His head erupted from the water. His front paws flailed in the air like he was trying to climb a ladder. Was he standing on his back feet? Maybe. He was five feet tall when he stood on his back feet and… Continue Reading “Part 2: Grady and Irene”
Grady was an Alaskan Husky born and raised at a sled dog kennel in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Initially trained for the legendary Iditarod sled dog race, Grady ran lesser races in the Midwest and then pulled sleds full of tourists through the north woods.… Continue Reading “Part 1: Grady and Irene”
I search out my homeliest clothes. My baggy jeans with a rip in the right leg caused by my running into the protruding latch of an old hutch. I roll up the jeans like my mother used to do in the 50’s, you know,… Continue Reading “Boredom Sounds”
I did good this week. I had some jobs to do – expected and unexpected – as the chair of our county’s commission on aging and I did okay. It’s still amazing to me how much of the time I stumble through events on… Continue Reading “Bird Work Friday Round-Up”
My dad went out in the woods with a paper bag and came back loaded with morels which my mother fried in a cast iron frying pan with big chunks of butter. My five-year-old self thought the mushrooms were delectable beyond human description. Years… Continue Reading “Lip Smacking”
I’m sorry. Let me say this in the kindest possible way. Asking me what I will do to stay ‘young at heart’ as I get older is ageist. Why would anyone assume that it is better to be young at heart than old at… Continue Reading “You’re Asking the Wrong Question”
Yes. We took our neighbor’s cat to the city’s animal control center, what I call the pet lost and found. And yes, when we returned from the lost and found and pulled up in front of our house, the neighbor and her daughter were… Continue Reading “The Rest of the Story: The Return of Gandalf”
Today I discovered a very scrawny, scruffy white cat on my back porch. The cat looked ill and hungry so I fetched food and water but he wouldn’t eat. I picked him up and my fingers went through his ribs, he was that skinny.… Continue Reading “Mitzy Goes to the Lost and Found”
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