Life with cats, and other things…
How nice it would be to fly free, like a bird. But they have a tough life too. Here's who doesn't have a tough life. Story in pictures: . Can you believe I let the little shit do it? Eat my flowers. Defy me. I did. I'm a useless gardener, but it's nice that I … Continue reading Alternate flower treatments…
In spite of an early childhood illness, my father lived to the age of 93 and as far as I know, managed to avoid medical doctors until the very last of his years, when cancer reared its ugly head. Dad's cancer manifested in his esophagus but it was never-the-less most likely related to his having … Continue reading Fickle Fate
My dad was a strange man. If you've been reading my blog, you have most likely already formed that opinion. He was an only child that survived the Spanish flu' at the end of WWI. The Spanish flu' became his favourite thing to talk about toward the end. My dad blamed many of the shortcomings … Continue reading Smithy’s Christmas cards