Poor Bubba. She’s having some kind of episodes that cause her to fall sideways, flail her legs, scream once and then go limp. Charming. Tomorrow we go to the vet to find out how to take her femoral pulse to see if this is indicative of incidents of suddenly dropping blood pressure. Sigh. It’s so hard when you know they’re hurting and there is just nothing you can do but hold them.
Drunk driving
The photos on the front page of the paper last week were simply heartbreaking. Two mothers holding each other as they looked at pictures of daughters they will never again hold in their arms. A dad wiping tears from his eyes as he watched a slide show of the young lady who will always be his little girl but who is no longer around to grow into the amazing woman she held out promise to be. And a man in a prison jumpsuit with tears streaming down his face as he viewed the pictures of the two girls whose lives
Here’s a big no-no
I don’t know at what age this becomes true or if it’s true all your life. But it definitely is a bad idea at my age to fall asleep with my dog sleeping on my legs. You wake up to two legs cramping in places you didn’t know legs could cramp.
Brian Williams
I like Brian Williams. Always have. Always thought he was one of the good guys. Now it feels as though there really is no one left to admire or respect. I am sadder about this than I thought possible.
Mondays
When I worked outside the home, I hated Mondays because it meant the weekend was over and I had to go back to work. Now I dread then because, if I don’t have an idea for my weekly newspaper column by now, it becomes panic time. And given that I’m writing this instead of a column, I think we know what kind of a Monday this will be.
Oh my
Just got back the DVDs from iMemories with my family movies from the fifties and sixties into the seventies. My dad can never be accused of being a great film maker. So there I sat staring at the screen trying to figure out who I was looking at or what I was looking at when suddenly, in a perfectly clear shot, all my aunts appeared. They were all so beautiful. I don’t think I ever realized that when I was young. And suddenly I was sobbing and didn’t even know why. I miss them more than words can express.
Trophy as relic of god
I accidentally saw some of the superbowl and it’s aftermath. It’s something I’ve never seen before as I’ve never actually watched the superbowl or any of its pre and post hysteria. I know this is foolish of me but I don’t find over-drugged, over-large men giving each other concussions entertaining. The friend watching the game at my house also watched what happened after the game ended when some sort of trophy is transferred to the new winners. I looked up from what I was doing to see a man carrying a large silver trophy down a row of clearly crazed
Ah old age
So I’m stooping down to look under my sink and see if the leak has been fixed. I’m shinning my flashlight at the approximate location of where the leak had been and hear a periodic drip but can’t see it. Then I realize the sound isn’t a drip but is coming from my knees and ankles. It has nothing to do with the drip and everything to do with me being old and creaking more than ever.
The Koch brothers own us all
According to some, President Obama has declared war on Alaska. Given the amount of unaccounted for money shipped to Afghanistan and Iraq on pallets in small denominations when we were first at war there, we should maybe not be so quick to judge harshly. Why turn down the chance to become a war zone showered with untraceable money? Think about it. What do Alaskans like more than free cash for which they’ve had to do absolutely nothing?
Even more interesting in the realm of untold amounts of money is the announcement by the Koch brothers that they will dedicate almost
I think it’s a telling sign
I think it’s a telling sign when a car dealership in Alaska advertises a big sale on four by four vehicles because the lack of snow has left then with a big backlog of vehicles. Gosh darn, maybe those scientists are on to something with their blathering and bleating about climate change.