Month: March 2015

Little has happened in my life lately. I am reminded of Mom, who would gauge her existence by how many capers and schemes she had going. If there was a plan to move the furniture, or dig up bulbs, or freak out her friends with a fake tattoo, then all was well. Unlike Mom, I…

Well, I got the clever idea to hide the rat in the Rock Boat luggage, and all would have gone well only Gary decided I needed to add a pillow to the bottom of my suitcase. “No, I don’t need to do that.” I said. “Yes, this pillow has to be at the bottom, and…

We’d just started on our neighborhood walk when the woman across the street called out, “Hey, my husband saw six deer in your front yard at three last night.” Gary speculated the deer must like the tasty, tasty nitrogen TruGreen’s been spraying on our lawn. Every night since she told us there were deer in…