1742/6th October 2021 Time seems to be eluding me of late. Days are slipping by and I accomplish nothing. Except maybe take a few daft photographs. Like this next one that I think looks like a dog's face... Um, you have to tilt your head, perhaps... Maybe if I spent less time chasing dew drops... … Continue reading Peeved (again)
1706/20th September 2021 It seems like a lifetime ago that I walked down to my favourite tree, just as new leaves were beginning to sprout. Indeed it feels to me that it's been a long Summer. Which is curious because mostly as I've grown older, time seems to fly. Why is that, I wonder? This … Continue reading Outrageous!
0713/15th September 2021 Today's mail brought the survey promised after my recent hospital stay. Like everything else in the USA, the questions are multiple choice. That won't do it for me! Surveys arrive here on a daily basis and in my opinion, they are not worth the paper they are printed on. Except to the … Continue reading Admissions
20th April 2021 Where were we going? Ah, yes. Clifton Park to see my new best friend Nikki. She is one very busy lady. She seems to coordinate pain management for this entire region. Except for those who still go to the "other place". I'll only say they didn't work out for me. But Nikki's … Continue reading Board/Bored?
0710/17th March 2021 Everyone's got a pet peeve. Maybe several, in fact. For me, hands down, it's BANKS. Banks are a source of annoyance and anxiety. Always have been, always will be, for me. They are designed not to care for your money, but to remove it from you. In whatever devious method they can … Continue reading Banks!
It is said that you get what you wish for. Personally, I have my doubts about that and although I did say, yesterday, that I like thunderstorms, I didn't actually ask for one to arrive. ................. I feel I ought not to be writing about frivolous things, when the country is going up in smoke. … Continue reading Don’t be old in the USA
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