Happy 90th!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
I took yesterday off from work. I’ve got some vertigo thing going and this has made me feel like one of the characters on “The Perfect Storm”. I just want to batten down the hatches. The dizziness and nausea are usually worse in the morning, so after being up for a few hours and acquiring my sea…
As Java ran towards the horses, I told her to sit and stay. Look at that obedient dog… Should have snapped a photo 5 seconds later when she went running through the fence and chased them. But I’ll leave you with this angelic impression.
“No dog has ever said a word, but that doesn’t mean they live outside the world of speech. They listen acutely. They wait to hear a term—biscuit, walk—and an inflection they know… To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation—a mutual agreement, though the human…
Okay. I’ve been rewriting this blog post all week because it keeps sounding too negative and depressing. I think a lot of what I’m thinking and feeling comes from aging and feeling all the possibilities move out of reach in so many areas of my life. It’s hardest at work, where most people are younger…
“Trees and animals have no problem. God makes them what they are without consulting them, and they are perfectly satisfied. With us it is different… We may wear now one mask and now another, and never, if we so desire, appear with our own true face. But we cannot make these choices with impunity. Causes…
It was such a lovely weekend, in comparison to the cloudy, cold, rainy days we’ve been having. We in Minnesota at times are like cave dwellers. We get so excited about seeing the sun. I took Java for a walk Saturday morning. Taking a walk seemed like the right thing to do to get myself…
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Great job on the poop scoop!
Happy Birthday to your Aunt Fran!
Poop, poop, poop – good job!
Caring Bridge sounds like an awesome idea. But, it sounds like your friend D is going through hell – I’m sending my thoughts.