We lost a special lady yesterday. The heart she was born with wasn’t strong enough to keep up with her. After many close calls, massive medical hurdles, and what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she finally received a donor heart. But the new healthy heart beating inside her wasn’t enough. Just as it seemed a full recovery would be possible, something unexpected ambushed her and stole away all hope of recovery. She leaves behind…
These chicks are a hoot. And they get around, too! SpiritRover and Opportunitygrrl
“There just isn’t enough craziness in the world. Murderous insanity, yes. But not good-natured craziness.” — Robin Wayne Bailey, fantasy author. In happier times, when everyone’s health was better, friends of mine would gather once or twice a year on the corner of 38th Terrace and Southwest Trafficway in Kansas City to blow soap bubbles. (Photos) The recipe is simple: warm weather, twilight, Lawrence Welk music, three or four gallons of bubble soap, and all…
It’s not groundhog day yet, but I thought I’d crawl out from under my rock for a bit. I see my shadow. Is that a good sign, or a bad one? I forget. Not much new to speak of since my last post. My honey is home from the war. My headaches are finally under control. My sinuses are not, and I’m on my fifth round of antibiotics since September. I mostly survived both holiday…
I never look at my odometer, but today it caught my eye as I oozed into my car at the end of a tiring and emotional day. Not the odometer, actually, but the “tripometer”, which I never use or reset. It read “666.0”. Now, I’m not a religious person but my great-grandmother Eubanks was, and she made sure us young’uns knew the significance of that number. Ill omen. Bad sign. Mark of the Beast. Signal…
