We’ve been busy these last months; a lot of things have happened. We’ve also been not at all busy and doing our part by sheltering in place. The three of us have looked at one another quite a bit in the past four months. If I was a person who draws, I have no doubt that I could easily draw my husband and the boy, and probably the fat ass cats, too. I am not such a person, but you catch my drift. We’re always together. And we’d probably be utterly sick of one another if we didn’t have an epic backlog of TV shows and YouTube videos with which to occupy ourselves. Continue reading “Some people stay in their houses during COVID and some people buy whole new houses to stay in.”
“Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.” ~Vincent van Gogh
This post inspired by the One Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.
When she was 16, my mother kept her horses at Kai Brown’s.
Over the years, I’ve heard Mom talk about Kai on countless occasions, and although I have a sort of picture of him in my head as a result of all her stories, I don’t know that I ever actually met him. But in any case, I get the idea that Kai was a fairly important fixture in her life. Although my grandfather lived until Mom was 20, I think Kai probably served as a substitute for him where Mom was concerned. Continue reading “Sweet William and the Goat Wagon”
If you were here this evening, you’d be parked next to me on the sofa, and draped with a lovely homemade afghan. I’d offer you a choice of coffees, and you’d quickly realize that mine is much less premium than my husband’s. This would no doubt cause you to raise your eyebrows, because it’s obvious in like two seconds that my sweet husband is not the high maintenance partner in our relationship. Except when it comes to coffee.
Anyway, here are a few of the things I’d probably tell you over the rim of my cup while I was fantasizing about chocolate: Continue reading “Just coffee, because everything that’s good with coffee is bad for my healthy way of eating.”
I grew up in a town. By some standards, I guess my hometown could’ve been called small, but it never occurred to me to think of it that way–not then and not now. My guess is that all the old small town sayings might have been true back in my grandmother’s day and maybe even at the beginning of my mom’s, but by the time Continue reading “Old Friends from Home”