Raver slogs home after long night, apparently having lost her bandanna in the frenzy. Tom and Stacy came to adopt the pink flamingos.
Raver slogs home after long night, apparently having lost her bandanna in the frenzy. Tom and Stacy came to adopt the pink flamingos.
The demon dog toy got me again. But this was the last time. It most recently had resided on top the of the bedroom bookcase, high out of Cowboy’s reach and any prospective victim’s path. Always hard to see because it’s flat like a whoopee cushion and brown like everything else around here, it had …
I knew I was having anxiety problems when dawn reminded me of “The Scream.” Sleep has been a battle lately, more of a jerky series of bad-ending dreams. I know it is mostly the news — Trump and coronavirus — especially too late in the day, but I haven’t been able to shake the worries …
Cowboy and I haven’t been able to see Sara for a couple of days. You know, all that stay-at-home and social distancing stuff. But we’ve gotten postcards. Here she is watching a sea lion on Animal Planet, a favorite TV show, with Rescue Dad Mike. And here she is all bundled up by Rescue Mom …
After making a coronavirus-related shopping note on my calendar for March 31, I looked down again at what I had entered a month earlier. “Hope arrives,” March 30. “Matt and Will arrive,” April 1. This was going to be a fun time, with a sister, brother-in-law and nephew coming from Montana for a spring break. …
Five days now since the first three cases of coronavirus were confirmed in New Mexico, but it seems longer. It’s been several months since the initial outbreak in China and weeks since the pandemic overtook Italy. Spain and France are locking down. Restrictions on movement are tightening in the U.S. Even CNN pundits said Trump …
The last thing I read last night, sitting up late, waiting out the wind, was Larry Calloway’s account of his trip with a daughter to Mississippi. He called it “A Tale of Two Stairways.” The superficial reason for the title was his discussion of two circular staircases. But Larry usually climbs higher. The staircases both …
Happy birthday, Cowboy. March means you are three. The start of Daylight Savings Time seems like a good day to call yours. You are easy to associate with a lost hour of sleep. But I’m glad you are on my case. Your were a sick pup when you came. I’d say you’re plenty healthy now. …
Today was a day of ups and downs for me in my reading about journalists and the newspaper business. I don’t know whether to make heads or tails of it. I’ll just tell you how it went. I started by reading at elle.com an exciting profile of Jane Mayer, stellar investigative reporter for The New …
Nothing like: a “you’re stable” report from the good people at Presbyterian oncology, three years out from treatment; a celebratory shredded beef burrito with green chile at the Range afterward; returning home to Cowboy and my books with a view up the camino of thunderheads rising to the north. I will savor those parts of …
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