so sorry to hear about your cat

Conversation with my bro:

Today I had a PET scan.

A what?

Well, its kind of like a CAT scan.

Oh. So sorry to hear that.

What did the Vet say?


Being the Change

In response to the current toxic face book takeover of what used to be my daily mindless break of  funny cartoons, family snaps, lovers’ travels and what-I-had-for-dinner posts;  starting today, I have decided to take immediate action.

To be the change I want to see, courtesy of Momma Mia, my foster kitty, I will be taking it back by flooding my pages with kitten pictures.  If this gets to be too much cuteness, feel free to ignore and scroll on.

Since there are 5 black kittens and 2 white ones,  to avoid any misunderstanding, 71.43% of the pictures posted will be of black kittens and 28.57% of the pictures will be of white kittens.








The Untold Marble Mystery

Who is he?

I found a marble in my garden today.  It had been buried in the soil so long, the elements had carved pore-like craters across the surface.

As I rolled it around my palm I imagined a little boy dumping out his bag of marbles onto the dirt, spending an afternoon inventing games to entertain himself.  Did he spend all day looking for his lost marble or did he even notice that it was gone?  I remember counting up my collection of jacks and pick-up sticks, so I think he counted his too but by then, it had buried itself somewhere out of range.

By now the lost marble has been forgotten and that little boy has grown up and carried on with life.  Who is he?  What is he doing now?  The mystery of that untold story will never unfold.  I think I’ll store it under the flowers, and pass it along to the next young marble collector to find it.

marble in the garden

and no place to … whoops

After my appointment I felt good, had some energy and just wasn’t ready to go home.  Truthfully, I was longing for some company and didn’t want to face an empty house. I couldn’t think of any errands to do so I lollygagged around the grocery store, then sadly headed for home.

Driving up the steep hill to my driveway it hit me.  I had planned a lunch date and all that time I was moping around, she was waiting for me to call so we could go out to lunch.


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