I only knew one of my grandfathers. He was a shining example of quiet confidence. He was filled with wisdom, and intelligence; two vastly different things, but when combined in the right person, those around them learn something every time there is a conversation. John Coleman “Coke” Miller and I became closer as he aged,…
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Puddin’
There are distinct, yet unwritten rules at the ROTK in the USA. None have been documented in stone, but firm they are. If I break down into snack mode, consuming anything from a plastic cup, be it yogurt, ice cream, or pudding (Puddin’ for the cool kids), Ellie is a recipient of the last lickings….
The Fawn
Last winter, after a fir tree was dislodged from the ground by wind and weather, I determined to fell it, leaving it to be cut up further, then moved along in the spring. I did saw up the main trunk, figuring to burn it off in the fire pit, but I left the mess of…
No Worries, for a Moment in Time
Something came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning, and maybe you’ve had the same thought. It doesn’t happen every day, but it seems to permeate my gray matter more after a great night’s sleep. It could be that I am the only one, but I’ve found over the years, mostly by listening…
The Birds
Since rising and shining brightly were the only options on my crumpled morning checklist, I put a check mark in box one and took option two under advisement. The grandpups had spent the night; they were much noisier than the grandchildren, as the pooch’s regular sleeping accommodations had changed venues. Intermittent barking overnight kept me…
Just Another Sunrise, and Ants
I wasn’t going to write this morning. After a day at the Ranch on the Knoll, fighting the first sign of ants, I got up early, looking for signs that I’d eliminated the first wave. It appears I have beaten them back, but they are resilient. During discussions with a few other local homeowners, I…
May Musings
While the Son and I pounded out two ten-hour days of camp repairs and revelatory renovations, we had to eat. The kitchen has not been restocked, and the salt in the stovetop shakers has solidified to a level that can only be compared to the final iteration of Lot’s wife in the story of Sodom…
SOAP
Epiphanies are few for me, now. The people I hang out with are just about my age. Many of them have let their ability to be surprised slip away over time. It’s easy to be fooled into believing you’ve seen it all. Because none of us have. As a practicing outlier, I’ve honed my senses…
Commonalities in Loss
Never one to embrace statistics, trends, and themes, I’ve noted one; it weaves its way through the comments on my page. That is, mentions of a loved one’s death. No human can avoid death, whether ours or someone we love. And I don’t mind it being mentioned, especially if it helps you cope. Sometimes I…
My Spot
There’s a place that I sit. A place I feel most comfortable. My belief is that we all have “that” space, but maybe I’m crazy. Situated near the back sliding door, with enough glass forward and to the left of me so that I can glance outside without any effort, I find there to be…