Here I sit–waiting. And looking out of my window on the world. Everything is about the same color–gray. It isn’t, really, I guess–the leaves are brown, neighbor’s house is red brick and his car is black but, if you’ll forgive my saying so, everything looks blah and gray. Is the weatherman right or will he […]
Dec 6, 2018
Thoughts for a Chilly Thursday
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Some mornings, even a hot cup of strong coffee has a hard time making inroads. This is one of those mornings. Maybe it’s the thought of a coming snowstorm and the inclination to hibernate. Whatever is causing it, I am slow on getting started with the morning. Nemo has the right idea. He has […]
Dec 3, 2018
I Love You, Rudolph; Please Don’t Go
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After not watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer for a good many years, I watched him again last week. Amazing thing was, I enjoyed that animated show as much as I did the first time I saw it with my son, many years ago. It has a wonderful message. In fact, it has several wonderful messages– […]
Dec 2, 2018
The Calm After the Storm
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Yesterday was the calm after an exceedingly stormy night. In checking with my friends in Oklahoma, I found that a tornado had roared through mighty close to my childhood home and not far from my mother’s home at Etta. It had torn up a boat marina on Tenkiller Lake and destroyed the homes of several […]
Dec 1, 2018
When the Storms Roared Through
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Another past President has died. President George H. W. Bush died last night in Texas. It’s always sad to see someone go and remember the times that were associated with him. Indeed, the storms roared through last night. Tornadoes touched down in places. A friend in Oklahoma had major damage from the tornado, but, […]
Nov 30, 2018
It May Be a Dark and Stormy Night
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The little lost owl is found! It’s an answer to prayer. I should have realized that this owl, who likes dark places and has wonderful night vision, might be hiding in a place where it felt at ease. That’s where I found it at last–under some sweaters and against the baseboard in a closet. […]
