The Week in a Blink
This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the house for weeks. Was that TMI?
This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the house for weeks. Was that TMI?
The Mississippi River has gotten a bit high, making our usual path by the river impassable. But the high river made for a few good photos and of course, another poem. I bet you can’t wait until poetry month is done! Oh, and on a side note. I have a new camera on order. I…
It’s been three years ago today that my Dad passed away. The photo above is the last shot I have of us together. It was taken in May of 2008. My Dad left behind a lot of questions and having those questions go unanswered, has left behind some hurt. But this morning, I remembered my…
Survival Skill 1: Humor and Laughter Have you ever noticed the inevitable appearance of outrageous stories and braying guffaws at funerals? It’s like a pressure valve being turned, not in a gradual motion, but in a quick crank from closed to wide open. I have long considered humor and laughter to be a survival skill….
I cannot know what this time, this circumstance, a loss, a gain is going to mean to the entirety of my life. Why do I waste so much time resisting my circumstances instead of looking with eyes that see neither negative or positive but just go ahead and live each moment as though it is…
It started out looking like a very depressing Labor Day weekend, without much to do to distract me from my divorce funk. But then, in steps Super Cousin A! Who, being the lovely person that she is, invited me out to the family cabin on Sunday. A and her husband and their now adult children…
About my experience taking the storytelling workshop “Finding Your Voice: Stories & Song” with Kevin Kling and Simone Perrin at Gunflint Lodge.
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I think Java is quite fitting name!!! All that energy comes through loud and clear. My favorite pic is the one where the two stars have their mouths full!
Once again..another great poem sweetie!
God bless and have a great evening!!!
Boy did I blow that with the names!!!
Sorry!
Love the play photos. Sorry that you’re so exhausted. Puppies exhaust me… even when I have all the time in the world for them. But, their cuteness more than compensates.
I hope that you get some rejuvenation this weekend.
Coffee Beans?
TGIF…Enjoy your weekend.
The photos of the doggies, each with something to drag out and play with…FUNNY!
The poem…a tightly worded description of exhaustion…love it…and can relate.
The sculpture…hmmm…the Walker might like it though : )
Great poem. 🙂 I share your exhaustion today. It took all I had not to take a nap at my desk. The pics of the pups are adorable.
Sounds like you’re on a roll with the housebreaking. That last picture looks like something pretty fancy for puppy fodder. LOL
Great shots….again. Java and Latte seem so happy together.
Your puppy shots are precious! I bet you are laughing a lot at all the playfulness.
And your sculpture needs a more accurate name:
Adirondack Pit Toilet
lol!
~Lisa
I just realized you named the new pup Latte. And I was just going to suggest that name. Or, did I already? lol!
I have a mini-mancha goat named Latte, too. 🙂
~Lisa