“Let’s tell scary stories,” I said. “OK,” both Sara and Nathan agreed. So I went first. I thought I was doing pretty well, building up to the exciting and shivery climax. “Mem, that’s not scary,” one of them said. “Wait, wait!” I protested. “I haven’t gotten to the really good part yet.” Then when my […]
Dec 24, 2014
‘Twas Christmas Eve
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I woke up this morning and sprang from my bed, with thoughts of a busy day rife in my head. Now on with the coffee pot, on with my blog; fill the bird feeders and also the dog. Quick, to the kitchen I go in a hurry; from counter to stove top I scoot and […]
Dec 23, 2014
Do Squirrels Have Christmas Trees?
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Yesterday, as I looked out of my window on the world, I saw a really interesting sight. A small squirrel, probably one of this year’s crop and rather inexperienced, pulled a stick across the yard. This wasn’t just any stick, it was a big stick. It was at least twice as long as the squirrel and fully an […]
Dec 21, 2014
Shortest, Darkest, Day
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At last it’s here–the first day of winter. At 5:03 p.m. it will officially begin. This is the winter solstice. Isn’t it wonderful how God planned the seasons, set the planets in motion, and made this one day of all the year, the shortest? The temperature isn’t quite down to freezing this morning and, guess […]
Dec 19, 2014
The Face Could Have Been Santa’s
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As you know, while I was in Ireland, I took a bunch of pictures, 235, to be exact. One of those was of an Irishman in Dublin. As I was going through the pictures yesterday, I looked more closely at this man. If the black slouch hat were replaced by a red, furry one and the […]
Dec 17, 2014
The Mysterious Malady of the TV
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Thank you for your encouraging comments on yesterday’s blog posting. I am working on it and will try to have another installment tomorrow. Monday night, however, I had a real life mystery, albeit a small one. I was watching the news Monday night when suddenly, the TV went blank. I mean, no warning, no fading […]
