Life with cats, and other things…
0652/30th March 2026 For the past few weeks, almost every night I have had peculiar dreams, convoluted to an extreme that makes them impossible to describe. Bits and pieces of distorted past experiences, people I once knew and long ago forgot, situations and places all mixed up. Dreaming is not at all unusual for me. … Continue reading A busy night
0748/24th January 2025 . With rock salt accumulating beneath the car, we shot off to Schuylerville to get it washed. It's a small town on the Hudson River. . The car's underside is protected, but rock salt is terribly corrosive. Car washes must do well at this time of year, when they are the only … Continue reading Car Wash
0823/5th December Today, we can see the hills and we must be grateful for small improvements. A bit of mist creates beautiful images but when it hangs around it feels claustrophobic, though this is nothing like the fog I remember from my early childhood in London. . It clung to every surface with its cold … Continue reading Fog
0834/2nd June 2023 Poor air quality is not something we normally worry about here but an alert was issued on Wednsday and today the air looks decidedly smokey. Presumably this is from wildfires. They have seem to have become the norm which I find quite disturbing. So many of these fires are caused by humans, … Continue reading Telling tails?
Depression. The tropical kind. We are approximately under the "i" in Warning. For us personally, likely not a problem, but for local farmers a cause for some anxiety, given the amount of rain we have already had. No-one escapes Nature's vengeance. But still she has her tender side.... . "What purpose do they serve", I … Continue reading Climbing away…
0907/11th February, 2021 The friendly banter and jokes ceased abruptly as the door closed with a loud thunk. Now it was all professional and serious as the checklists were called off and completed. In my place of great privilege, I realized the need for me to become almost invisible. I could at least be totally … Continue reading Power and passion
My old travelling buddy, Tim has mopped me up more times than I can remember. In the beginning maybe he paid more attention, but once he got to know me better, he would tend to chuckle. Or sometimes he would just ask "what's wrong now, Dor'". (He used to call me Doreen...too silly to explain.) … Continue reading Free Tibet!