Learning about creativity and love from an unusual source.
Did you ever have a dog that feigned disability? We did. When growing up in India we had a cocker spaniel named Tuffy (because, my sister said, he was all black except for a white “tuff” at his throat.) Distemper shot. When a puppy, my doctor-Dad ordered distemper vaccine from the USA and administered it… Continue reading Our Dog the Drama Queen
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March Storm. On a recent morning walk, a passenger jet prepared to land on my head. It didn’t. And it wasn’t. It was only the wild wild wind thrashing the trees– spraying the raindrops into showers of rainbows in the surprising, intermittent sunshine. The fierce roar was intense. Sometimes I was hustled along,… Continue reading March
Me: [Ending a telephone conversation]: It will be so good to see you. I thought I’d make fish pie.” Prospective visitor: “Yes. You made that the last time we came.” Me: I did? PV: Uh-huh. It was good. (vaguely) It was good. A storage of memories Keeping a journal will prevent YOU from having such… Continue reading Keeping A Journal
How many of you retired folk wake up one morning and say, “I think I’ll buy me an old house, turn it into a restaurant, and get it registered as literary landmark”? Not your ordinary retirement activity, is it? Not quite sitting and staring at the middle distance waiting for a daughter to ring, or wandering… Continue reading The Steinbeck House
With many thanks to Helmut and Christel for sharing this information. What’s the connection between apples and your local Council? Plenty, if you happen to live in Rheinstetten, Germany. Our friend Helmut has a buddy-buddy relationship with his town council – a very forward thinking lot, those people. Their public land is dotted with apple… Continue reading Apples — Part One
In a country where prevention of cruelty to animals gets Royal blessing (RSPCA) and the same for children only gets national blessing (NSPCC) I guess it’s not surprising that my articulately crafted, brilliantly witty poem against owning a dog never gets published. However, being a dog-less morning walker, I am free… Continue reading A Community of Dog Walkers