I never knew how many body parts I have until I turned 72.
I never knew how many body parts I have until I turned 72.
I bought a new TV, finally buying one that wasn’t the cheapest of the bunch. I waited until dusk to try it out, holding to a no-TV-before-dark rule that I usually don’t break for anything but the World Series, an occasional NFL playoff, impeachments, insurrections and invasions. I tried out the Olympics and Longmire. The …
When you live alone with a dog, in my case an alert blue heeler, they learn all the what’s-next signals, from teeth-brushing and sock-tugging, to garbage-can rustling and cookie-jar rattling, to text messaging from a walk friend and inhaler-puffing by the alleged walk supervisor. Dinnertime delay prompts a visit and a stare. After five years …
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