“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
You might be surprised. Do you remember the feeling of absurd joy over securing a piece of Bazooka bubble gum when you were a kid? I think one piece cost a few pennies back in the day. Yes, the same day I walked barefoot to school, in the snow, uphill. It’s a Boomer thing. This […]
Things are topsy turvy around here. When are they not? It’s sort of like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time. Shit happens, time is a fickle bitch, and I can’t seem to keep my finger on the pulse of life. We can stop our watches, but not time […]
It’s a smidgen past 9:00 am when Larry parades across our bedroom holding up three fingers. Which could only mean one thing. It took him three tries to complete today’s wordle challenge and the only reason he is gloating is that it took me four. Retirement. What’s not to like? I say, “I thought you […]
Living in the Gap 