My husband Mark, whose birthday was yesterday, gave me that advice yesterday afternoon.
“Go run with your dog on cold, wet grass in your socks.”
A wise man, that simple act released the pressure and angst of the last few weeks. Which, to recall, included my trip to see a very sick mom and try to deal [...]
Posts from ‘January, 2009’
Go run with your dog on cold, wet grass in your socks.
a visual prompt for Read Write Poem
Last Friday (was it only last Friday — no it must have been the 16th) en route to to my folks in Pinetop, Arizona I had a loooooong layover in Phoenix. I initially thought I’d work on my laptop, doing real work. But the sun was shining and it was looking like a high-70s-degree day [...]
Louis
Louis (named for Louis Prima & Louis Armstrong) 1998 – 2009
What a beautiful boy.
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Thanks, dear friends, for all your kind thoughts.
It was terribly difficult, but — as you all know — the right decision. We think we let him go at the right time.
We’ll miss him. And the other animals will, too. [...]
It’s going to be a sad day, yet there is release
The fellow on the right, Louis, is very sick. And today my husband and I have made an appointment with our vet. To let him go. To humanely end his life.
He has polycystic kidney disease. He didn’t look very good last night, and didn’t sleep with me. He is starting to withdraw — a [...]
Reporting from Arizona
A quick Tuesday note to celebrate a few things, in random order, much like my mind:
~I love my new President.
~My mom had an uneventful angiogram. So uneventful she was home last night, the two stents in place are great, no new ones were needed, she doesn’t need open-heart surgery at this time.
~She still has heart [...]
10 days of writing
Days of Writing
February 9th – 20th
Come celebrate Write Around Portland’s 10th year by joining us for 10 Days of Writing—free, two-hour workshops open to everyone. Write with us for one workshop, or come for all 10!
Details at Write Around Portland.
Weeks slip like gears on an old bike
This week *is* a confession in and of itself. A complication of emotions, friendships, family relations and work all in a simmering muddle. Quite normal, all that said.
~ I forgot to mention last week that my husband is unemployed.
~ It’s not as bad as it seems: he actually sold his business to his partner the [...]
Sometimes a sentence is all I got
It’s shadows that make shape & form, tell the story, give secrets away.
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{I know “it’s” not good English. What can one do, when the context sounds better wrong than right?}
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What can one do, when context sounds right yet it’s clearly wrong on the page?
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Today the commitment of sentence is [...]
Deb issues some late confessions
My week in review:
~ I missed my therapy appointment.
~ Got a rejection notice.
~ Walked.
~ Wrote lots of lines, too many lines nearly, for a titillating PoCo project that’s stretching me to no end.
~ Called my mother twice.
~ Talked to my father once.
~ Counted 420 birds for the Portland area Christmas bird count.
~ Snuggled with my [...]
CBC (Christmas bird count) report for Saturday in Portland area
The expert longtimers were disappointed with the numbers of birds we saw on Saturday, but the group as a whole set a record for number of species sighted in Lake Oswego, Oregon: 83 or 84, depending on how one species is to be reported.
I saw 25 species myself:
Canada Goose -24
Gull sp. -4
Anna’s Hummingbird -5
Downy Woodpecker [...]
