One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Invisible places
When I walk the dog, I may be listening to my headphones, but my eyes take in everything. OK, maybe not everything. But a lot....
Just a moment
A tree I like, in the parking lot of my ghetto post office.
Catching up, again
There have not been enough hours in the days this week. A lot of that, though, is because I'm not trying to push myself to...
Two thrilling minutes of tree removal!
WATCH! as the giant crane swings out over my house. SEE! the branches sway. CRINGE! as you imagine what might happen if the ties break...
Monday, June 11th
Yesterday I met a couple of friends for lunch at our usual hangout, Wine and Cheese (technically the restaurant portion is called Panache but we...
Rebuilding
Long time blog readers will remember how the lone wooden house on our block (every other house is cinderblock) burned down in October of 2009....
Well, here’s ONE stressful thing that’s over
A few months ago, we got a notice that the company with which we have our homeowners insurance was randomly dropping about 50% of the...
The one where I do what my mother would do
Yesterday on my drive to work, about five houses down from me, I thought I saw a burned-out firefighters coat in the yard of a...
