Monthly Archives: January 2015

I have stopped with my lap top.   I have dropped out of the electronic race.   I appreciate what I have but can participate in no more advances.   My children and my grand children and even the greats … Continue reading →

The top of a palm tree made a shadow on rippling water — a shadow enabled only by the light from dusk.   The shadow appeared as a very dark hole in the midst of waves.   And I thought … Continue reading →

My new footwear with velcro makes life a tad easier for me as velcro does for so many of us who recall the years of tying laces — learning how to before we knew how to read. Shoe laces were … Continue reading →

My new footwear with velcro makes life a tad easier for me as velcro does for so many of us who recall the years of tying laces — learning how to before we knew how to read. Shoe laces were … Continue reading →

The other day I began a letter — intended it to be short and it grew and grew in an unforeseen way as I became enchanted with my past.   My inquiry into my recipient’s life (after a few appropriate  … Continue reading →

Not all dark days are alike.   Some of them get inside the soul and darkness becomes a duet — the weather and the spirit joining.     Their duet plays a melancholy song that can pry open one’s inwardness … Continue reading →

Most of the time I sit.   Sometimes I sit in our golf cart and go some place — or a friend might drive me to some other place so I’ll sit in a car on occasion.   But most … Continue reading →

I thought that I had stopped growing after growing up which occurred a long time ago.   But I think that my legs must have grown longer for it seems more of a stretch to reach my feet than it … Continue reading →

We who live here in this Village do not all think alike.   There are those who might be critical of my assumptions — and likewise, I, of theirs.   We don’t discuss these matters much. At least I don’t. … Continue reading →

I’m not apt to see dust on a  window sill — on a  table or a counter — on a television screen.   She sees dust in so many places I’ve unintentionally  ignored and she’s deplores its existence. it’s even … Continue reading →