I don’t have a great history with raising puppies. We got Milford and Stanley when they were 8 weeks old, almost 30 years ago now. They were cocker spaniel mixes, both males, and they hated each other from the moment they left the womb. Continue reading
Even though I’ve been “retired” for less than two weeks now, I still get up early. This is due in part to the habits of one old dog named Henry, who is as insistent as he is grey. His internal alarm goes off at 5:33 am, if not earlier. Continue reading
Starting today, for the third time, I will be retired. As I lay in bed this morning, thinking the thoughts that only fly through your head at 3:30 am, how will this time be different? What will happen when I turn the page on this new, “third chapter” of my life? Continue reading
I’m not good at funerals and try to avoid them. Maybe you feel the same way. I’m at that age when I hear about too many of them, mostly because our parents are dying out at an alarming rate. Or just going to a funeral reminds me Continue reading
I couldn’t help think about my dead mother, as I spent too much time in the dentist’s chair today. She died ten years ago this month, unexpectedly. And while I didn’t expect this flashback during my semi-annual bloodletting, Continue reading
In a well-known scene from Groundhog Day, Bill Murray as Phil Connors, uttered these heartfelt words:
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had to set an alarm. That’s because I used to be able to sleep. But now, my dogs have successfully hijacked my early morning hours. And by early, I don’t mean 5:30 a.m. I mean from 4:00 a.m.-on.
The complexities of this early-morning ritual are intricate Continue reading