Too Much Time on Our Hands

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We are allowed to burn, so I put a few little scrawny vines that I didn’t want in the compost heap in our fire pit late this afternoon.  Bud was catching up on the Civil War and working  on his banjo playing when he heard me piddling around.  Having very little confidence in my ability to perform simple tasks on my own, he rushed out to save the world, Continue reading

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Are You Healthy Enough for…You Know?

motherAnother story about my mother, who at eighty plus is always up for a laugh. We recently visited her cardiologist for a routine checkup. She’s been seeing him for years. Noticing a few gray hairs, she studied him seriously. “Can you recommend a good cardiologist?” Continue reading

Buzzy, the Music Critic

Buzzy and BudBuzzy has a busy life.  First thing every morning, he wakes me up to make coffee and take him out. He tries to go in the street. Then he goes back to bed till he thinks its time to get Bud up to drink coffee and take him out, and make another run at the street.  When Bud won’t let him, he tells Bud I always let him.  They argue a little before coming back in so he can sit on Bud’s lap while Bud plays the guitar.  When Buzzy gets enough, he puts his head on the guitar strings to silence it. By that Continue reading

Epiphany on Retirement

We’ve been married more than forty years, but we both just retired.  It’s like getting married, except no honeymoon.  I get up early to write and make coffee.  Bud gets up, fixes our coffee and we drink coffee for a while.  I cook breakfast and tidy up a bit while Bud checks the history channel to see what Hitler is up to today or to see which Global Continue reading