Lightning shivers across the window followed by a rumble of thunder. What is there about rain that is at once soothing, invigorating, leaving one with a feeling of being closed away from the world, tucked in where everything is safe and warm? Is it the realization that nature is in charge, and whether the rain […]
Feb 27, 2019
The Cold Comes Creeping
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The morning is dark and gray. A silent, shivery mist hovers among the trees, settling onto the ground, bringing back the cold of winter. I pour my first cup of Folgers and ask Nemo if he’d like a cup, but he declines. He will come and sit with me while I write, but he […]
Jan 12, 2019
Dismality and Other Dreadful Drearies
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Outside my window, the day is gray. Not only is it gray, it’s gray and wet. There’s no beautiful, white snow to create a lovely etching. No flowers to brighten the day, just a lot of dismality. So, what to do? Well, I shut the drapes (Is this a sign that I bury my head […]
Jan 10, 2019
Home Again, Home Again
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Yesterday, Nemo told us of his adventure at the clinic. Today he continues his tale. Let me tell you, as much as I like car rides and the people at the clinic, I hope I don’t see the inside of that place again any time soon. It’s not that I’m treated badly. No! But, it […]
Jan 9, 2019
A Letter From Nemo in the Hospital
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Nemo hasn’t mastered the art of writing and doesn’t have access to a computer, but if he could, he might write something like this, this morning: So, here I sit! It’s an ok room, I guess, but it isn’t home. Everybody is nice and gentle, but, as I said, It isn’t home! I had […]
Aug 7, 2018
The Conclusion of the Drama of the Hurt Foot
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At long last, the three-week injured foot challenge has ended happily! Yesterday, Nathan and I took Nemo back to his doctor for the stitches to be removed from his foot. If you’ll remember, he had a small growth on his foot. He was sedated, the growth removed, the incision sewed up, but that was […]
