Things are back to normal, more or less. Nemo’s surgery went well; he’s home and we are following the veterinarian’s directions. He limps a lot but his foot is securely bandaged. When he goes outside, he has to wear a plastic sleeve to keep dampness off the bandage. He wags his tail, is happy to […]
Jul 19, 2018
Ode to a Dear, Departed Dryer
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Good-bye, little dryer; you’ve done your job well. Through good times and bad, the adventures you’ve had, you’ve been through the mill and kept going. But, all things must end, so it’s good-bye, my friend, your age, wear and tear are now showing. There’s nothing to do but replace you with new; it’s a parting […]
Jul 17, 2018
The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle
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A branch on the crepe myrtle just outside my window is swaying. What is making it move? It isn’t the wind. The breeze is still; all the other branches are still. It’s a mystery! (I think I know the answer–a squirrel, but since I didn’t glimpse him, I’ll just keep the mystery.) Mysteries are on […]
Jul 16, 2018
A Whisper in the Wind
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My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A […]
Jul 15, 2018
How Do You Look at Things?
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
Jul 11, 2018
The Beauty of Brothers
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Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]
