If I thought he might like a cup of good, hot Folgers, I’d invite him in ’cause I’d like to ask that furry rodent a few questions. As it is, I’ll just wonder. This morning, as I was sitting in front of my window on the world, a movement caught my eye. A squirrel […]
Sep 21, 2018
When the Whippoorwills Call
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I miss hearing whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often as a child, at night, with Mom and Dad in the next room and the world’s problems far away. Owls and whippoorwills are still out there, somewhere, in the dark woods at night, doing whatever night birds are supposed to do. Only thing is, I […]
Sep 20, 2018
That First Good, Hot Cup of Coffee
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The days are definitely much shorter than they were in August. It is still dark out, although it’s after six a.m. My first cup of coffee sits on the desk, and I take an occasional sip as I write. It’s a good way to start the day. Yesterday, I noticed a mysterious puddle under my […]
Sep 16, 2018
When Yesterday Becomes Today
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In the book of life, yesterday’s page has been filled. Tomorrow’s page is a mystery. All we have is today. — Flora Tucker. Old television shows can really take a person back, can’t they? This weekend a certain channel is showing the old TV series, Get Smart. It’s all about a secret agent, Maxwell Smart, and […]
Sep 15, 2018
A Launching Pad
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Last night, my niece and I talked about teaching young children. She’s a teacher and so was I, for a good many years. Computers were just being introduced as learning tools about the time I retired. I’m glad I retired when I did. Many things can be learned through computers, but it is my firm […]
