Monthly Archives: July 2014

In our pantry I “discovered” a mix for scones dated January, 2006. “Would this still be good?” I wondered.   Well, I mixed it up with some butter and milk and baked it as instructed.   It looked suspicious and … Continue reading →

It’s been awhile since I have written a sonnet. Though there are none around who might insist I have some inner need.  I’ll get right on it and make a poem I hope you can’t resist.   Today I walked … Continue reading →

It is one of those days when I’ve been exposed to places in our world where violence reigns and to the works of some very generous folks who have blessed the lives of so many — so many that I … Continue reading →

Sometimes I run on empty — or so it seems to me.   The author of my energy has ceased his creativity.   ‘Tis a wonder I can think enough to write this stuff.   This is no bluff — … Continue reading →

How do you handle bad things that happen to you?   How is it with you and others?   Recently, I read about Teddy Roosevelt. He  lost his young wife and his beloved mother within a twenty-four hour period. He … Continue reading →

Every once in awhile I walk into our library and into its biography and autobiography section — and occasionally I’ll pull out a book and check it out and take it home for reading.   Every once in awhile I … Continue reading →

Shortly after lunch I lay down and buried my left eye in a pillow.   With my right I looked out a window and saw white clouds — soft white clouds — fluffy white clouds.   Soon that eye closed … Continue reading →

This old neck of mine that has held my head for many years no longer allows me to see the center of the sky, while standing.   Its swiveling power has decreased.   As I walk along in various places … Continue reading →

I was reading a book when I felt the sky darken.   Then the lightening, the thunder and finally the rain came.   I watched the grass wave and raindrops spatter on the side walk — then rain drops on … Continue reading →

I don’t spend much time looking into a mirror nor do I spend much time wondering about “What shall  I do with my life?” now that its end is closer than it was yesterday.   But I do spend a … Continue reading →