The eyes have it

Dad here; bad news at the Casa; at exactly 0328, we were rudely awakened when  a train bearing toxic waste derailed in our neighborhood; haz mat teams were scrambled from all the neighboring states in an effort to contain this foul mess before it could get into the jet stream and possibly cause an international diplomatic incident by contaminating the ecosystems of nations around the globe. Or it might have been that a thousand nervous…

The Story of Miss Ellie

Pops passed a year ago this month; after 31 years together, to say that this old girl has felt a bit disconnected since then is an understatement of epic proportions. It was bad enough sitting alone under the carport,  waiting in anticipation of I don't know what, but when they put me on the auction block, well, that was just a bit too much. I could just imagine some pimple faced Lothario buying me and…

Without a vision, my people perish

After camping the last two weekends with the guys from Step Ministries, it seems almost odd to wake up at the Casa on a Saturday morning. Thing are as they should be; the inmates have all braved the Dew monster to go outside and tinkle, bringing our cold, wet, feet back into the house to trample dad's tender vegetation, finally settling back in to our rightful places on the bed. The hum of the space…

Typical Thursday at the Casa…

Shortly before bedtime Wednesday night, dad spots a (full) 16 oz bottle of tea on the kitchen table; in this house, a drink of any type left unattended is fair game for poaching, but dad leaves it alone... ...until morning. When the tea is still sitting unmolested, dad declares open season and quickly slugs it down. He is in the process of ironing a shirt when mom walks in: "Who drank my tea?" "I don't…

Care and feeding of the Blog Monster

It's been 1,176 dog hours since we started my blog last Sunday; although a week doesn't seem like much, life is such a whirlwind at the Casa that it's hard to keep up with the shenanigans. Dad and I are about as tech-savvy as a pair of orangutans, and if patience is a virtue, neither of us must be very virtuous; mom says that if either of us had two brains, one of them would…

Hope riseth in the morning

Even though there are many parallels between the story of the crate and the story of Easter, I'm very cautious about drawing any direct comparisons; what happened on that morning centuries ago changed the world, I'm just hoping to influence a small part of it. When dad was growing up, looong hours on the pews gave ample opportunity to find humor in the Bible; you can only spend so much time looking at the pictures…

Good Friday!

Yesterday is a cancelled check, tomorrow is a promissory note, today is cash in hand I know that all days are created equal, and Mondays should hold the same feeling of anticipation as Fridays, but actually they are living proof that life is all about the journey, not the destination. What's the weekly destination for most? Saturday, of course, but when it finally gets here, we end up wasting it, either getting far fewer things…
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