Scribblings

When I was a kid, my Aunt Adeline had a magic ring. We’d get to her house for a visit and she would rub the ring and intone, “Magic, magic, make chocolate appear”. She’d then point to a drawer and sure enough, when we opened it there was a (usually Hershey’s) chocolate bar siting in it. We bought this act long after we should have figured out that she was putting the chocolate there before we arrived. We bought it despite the fact that sometimes the chocolate was already opened and half eaten. We bought it for as long as

So I’m in bed asleep and I hear barking that eventually wakes me up. I come too enough to figure out that the barking is coming from downstairs. But a quick count of bodies shows me that I have my two faithful companions in bed with me and the sound of their sister’s snoring in her bed nearby is loud and clear. How, I think in my sleepy fog, did another dog get into my house. I sit up and listen more closely while looking at the clock. It’s 8 AM. My parrots are up downstairs and one of them…

Is it only me or do others think that the big election last fall has left us with nothing more than the same old, same old. I expect more from a kindergarten class than I do from our senators and representatives. How sad and pathetic is that?

I just realized how long it had been since I posted. Sorry about that. But I have a bird with a bum leg and I’ve spent most of the past few days hand feeding her since she can’t hold the food with one foot while standing on the other. Today we go to the vet. Wish us luck!

I keep telling them this is a false spring and they should stop budding but they won’t. They are going to be so disappointed when it snows again. And it will. It will snow just enough to make our real spring another bloody horror of wet mud breakup and icy driveways because going through that once a year is just not enough.

If you don’t know why, you don’t live in Alaska…

After watching the fashions at the Oscars I have to again say that bared breasts smashed down and taped into gowns that are slit to the naval will just never do it for me. Though, to be very honest, that style beats hell out of the stupid dresses that have one part that stops at the knee and then some gauzy material that goes to the floor covering it. That style always reminds me of dressing up as a child with my clothes underneath some old slip my mother let me play with. I looked stupid then and they look