Life with cats, and other things…
Sunset and evening star, and one clear call to me As my parents aged, they began to lose their friends. One by one, letters stopped arriving. There would be a Christmas card missing one year and my father would say gloomily: “another one gone.” It was sad to see him more and more alone as … Continue reading The Dying business
Panther loved to sit on the stairs this way My boy's picture came up on Facebook the other day. It's been 5 years since the day I took him to the vet for the last time. I have to not dwell on it too long as it brings the pain back. Since I was a … Continue reading Emotional incontinence?
When waking up to a wonderland, of such extraordinary beauty no longer staves off the feeling of impending gloom, does it mean you are depressed? There was a time when I would have thought so. Pulling back my curtain this morning, I saw my favourite tree standing bravely in the new snowfall and I thought … Continue reading Proceeding with caution
There is still no sign of "my" little wood chuck, but then I think his burrow is snowed under, and I daresay he's gone back to bed. I would if I was him. I spent most of last week in bed myself, although I did pop up to take the occasional snap. You really do … Continue reading Second opinions…
Sunrise 24th January, Cambridge It feels like a really bad cold, like the 'flu almost. I want to blow my nose so bad But I can't No, no. Monday last I spent the day Getting my sinuses sorted I hope. No big thing, I thought. After all I'm "an old campaigner" I've lost count Of … Continue reading Oh Nose
"Are you trying to get your cherry?" inquired a cheeky young voice. My Aunty Win cowered behind the airport seat where we were waiting for her flight to board. My aunt had been visiting from England for a couple of weeks and whiskey sours had been the drink of choice at that time. As she … Continue reading Looking for something?
After dark, the sea grew angry, boiling and raging and tearing at the beach as if it was trying to drag us into the turmoil. The fishermen wanted my mother and I to get into their small boat, to sail around the island searching for my father who had not returned after many hours, from … Continue reading "Day" trip
