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You never can tell what they’ll dig up

Walked Blondie the other day. She got to a little mound of dead leaves off the side of the road and became very interested in its contents. Since the sun was out, the breeze was blowing and I wasn’t being assaulted by bugs, I drifted off and let her sniff to her heart’s content. After a few minutes of quiet daydreaming, I realized the leash was no longer pulled taut as she yanked to reach every inch of the mound. I looked down and there she stood, in all her dirty nosed glory, with something that might have once had

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Before and now

When I was young, I’d watch dancers and acrobats and think that with a little effort, exercise and practice I could do what they were doing. Now I look at them and think, “Sweet Jesus… they’d have to hospitalize me for a year if I ever tried that.”

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Aging eyes

Here’s the problem with aging eyes. I go to put my dog out a few days ago. I open the new French doors just installed that lead to my deck wherein there is a stairway down to the yard. The dog heads out but stops short and her back legs go out from under her. I watch her pick herself up and think that maybe she just slipped. She tries again and again seems to hit a wall as she exits and her back legs go down. And I think that Karie, the love of her life, told me that

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A question

In going through my jewelry box… and I use that term VERY loosely… I realized I have a high school ring, a college ring and a nursing school ring. What, pray tell, is one supposed to do with them when one is clearly much too old to pretend to have been a recent graduate or when one cannot think of the appropriate occasion to put them on. I mean, these are not from Harvard or Yale or Columbia so they’re not exactly status symbols… except, perhaps, in a very small and select circle where the ring is proof of surviving

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Bin Laden’s son

I feel sorry for any child when they lose a parent. But when Osama Bin Laden’s son laments at the way his father was killed and buried and threatens legal action in the United States for what was done, I have to wonder if he completely understood who his father was and what he stood for. His father oversaw the death of thousands whose families never had a chance to give them a decent burial according to any religious custom. In fact, they never even got the peace of actually knowing how or if their loved one perished because there

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Donald Trump… oh lord, oh lord, save us

I wasn’t born in Atlantic City, New Jersey. But since my parents moved there when I was six months old, it’s the place I call home.  My Atlantic City was BC – before casinos. Even more importantly, it was BT – before Trump. However, since Mr. Trump chose to build his first Atlantic City casino down the block from our family home, I feel an odd sense of repulsive kinship.  I’m hoping there is medication that will help me overcome that.

Soon after Trump put Trump Plaza up, he also planted a bunch of trees going down Mississippi Avenue as

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Why is it….

…that I never notice my carpets are dirty or my floors are dingy or my house looks tired until I have guests coming to stay?

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Who will be next?

Seems like we Americans like to have a visible and easy enemy to vent our anger and frustration on. OBL has filled that role for almost ten years. He’s been retired now with extreme prejudice so there is no chance he’ll be able to regain his title. Which leaves the question of who will we choose next. Used to be that as long as the Soviet Union existed, we didn’t have to do much searching. Cuba has just become a toothless old man who hardly qualifies as public enemy number one. Donald Trump’s hair would fit the bill if all

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Well that was disappointing

Waited all day yesterday for my Mother’s Day surprise from the birds and dog. Got nada. Zip. Nothing. Well, not exactly nothing. Abdul did spend most of the afternoon screaming “F**k you!” at the top of his lungs. I guess he didn’t like the music I had on the radio for him.

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