
I often forgot the time when I was a child when I was playing or reading. More than once did I run home hours after lunch or dinner had been served.

I often forgot the time when I was a child when I was playing or reading. More than once did I run home hours after lunch or dinner had been served.
Wish I could have made it to Washington, but could only attend the march last weekend here in Ohio and it was inspirational. “Women’s rights are human rights.” You touch…

I don’t have much to say today. Just wanted to share a poem that is dear to me.
Two to the right, two to the left, one to the right, one to the left…repeat.

Finally, I had made it. After so many years, I succeeded, and when I turned around, nobody had seen it. Just the dogs had witnessed the “miracle, ” and they never tell.


The other day, someone at a store mentioned that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old house nearby and he asked me a rhetorical question:
“Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”

I haven’t been online much lately, as a matter of fact, I haven’t been anything much lately. After Christmas, I had an incident in the bathroom. I bent down to pick something up and woke up a few seconds later on the floor, pinned between door and wall.

“Everything will be all right in the end. If it’s not all right, it is not yet the end.” Patel, Hotel Manager, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel”
I liked the quote when I heard it for the first time when we watched the movie. Now it’s printed and hanging in my workroom. A simple, everyday reminder that I should not give up hope.

MORTAL:
“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
Who is it knocking at my door?”