It is so cold this morning that Nemo hurries to do his business then wants back in directly. I understand. He’s a lucky little fellow to have a warm home and I, of course, am lucky to have such a staunch watch dog. Many little animals don’t have that and I’m sorry. Sad to say, […]
Jan 11, 2018
Just Ahead of the Storm
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I’m so glad the Cozy Critique was yesterday instead of today. This is the day when the temperature is forecast to take a nosedive. But yesterday, well, it was a pleasant day inside and out, and it may well have been the calm before a winter storm. Today is beginning cloudy and still, as if […]
Jan 10, 2018
A Lot of Questions But Where Are the Answers?
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A question this morning: why is it so hard to talk to people about the really important things? Small talk is easy but how about asking someone what they believe about God or Heaven or why they vote as they do? Are we afraid of being rebuffed? Do we not want to make anyone […]
Jan 9, 2018
That Dangerous State of Affairs, Retirement
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Retirement–that longed-for Utopian state for which I worked for decades. Lovely, unhurried mornings, peaceful, sunny days of travel, visiting coffee shops. Plenty of time for cleaning a house and keeping it sparkling, baking cookies, taking long walks. And, oh, my goodness, all that accumulated wisdom. Just a whole headful of good advice gleaned from years of […]
Jan 8, 2018
And the Fog Settled Gently All Around
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As soft as a whisper, as silent as a shadow, fog sifts through starkly bare trees and shutters the town in a damp grayness. Perspective changes; familiar things become alien. Across the street, something moves. A cat shadow creeps from behind a tree and moves with focused intensity across the lawn. What mission is she […]
Jan 7, 2018
Ghost Lights and Other Mysteries
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio And, aren’t you glad? Shakespeare undoubtedly did not mean the Lock Ness Monster nor the ghost lights at Etta nor all the stories we’ve heard while sitting around the fire having a case […]
