It is very hard to write when someone is staring at me. Where is the mystery-loving dog who is supposed to be a warm companion as I spin spooky tales of terror? But, no. He stares. Nemo does not like the computer. Is Nemo a victim of Logizomechanophobia, computer phobia, or is he trying to tell […]
Feb 6, 2023
A Dog-Shaped Shadow
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My Shadow My shadow’s not like me at all; It’s three feet long and two feet tall. Two floppy ears, a pointy nose, Where I go, there my shadow goes. Four furry feet, a shortish tail, It follows close and, without fail, If I sit down, it sits down too For that’s what all good […]
Dec 18, 2022
Who, Me?
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My friend said every time she sees an owl, she thinks of me. Who–oo, me? Well, it could be worse. Actually, I’m flattered because I greatly admire owls. They have a lot of amazing attributes and are thought to be slightly mysterious. Or, could it be because of their never-ending question, Who? I am certainly […]
Feb 17, 2022
What Kind of Weather?
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What kind of weather do you prefer? Warm and springlike? That was yesterday. Rainy with a good storm to clear the air? That would be today? Or, do you like winter? Well, stick around, ’cause the weatherman says that’s what’s coming after the storm. One thing about it, weather isn’t dull. The sky is dark […]
Nov 12, 2021
The Monster in the Little Black Box
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An ongoing mystery: why does Nemo sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer or the back-up box and I don’t know why. […]
