RIP Stevie
Dad here; it's been a year since Stevie's departure. I had thought of just reposting her earlier accounts, but somehow it seems to me like she deserves a better effort on my part. June 2015; Summers in Arkansas can be brutal, especially for animals unaccustomed to the oppressive heat and stupidity. I was making one of my routine passes through the area where Charlie' crate was abandoned when I first spotted Stevie, merely a flash…
Music Monday
It's clammy and cloudy at the Casa, with some seriously cold weather moving in towards the end of the week; not the type of climate conducive to flouncing and frolicking. It would be easy to allow my surroundings to influence my attitude, but I know that there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow. To absolutely no one's surprise, my tomorrow involves a road trip; I close my eyes and imagine the hot desert air…
His talk was worn smooth from use in many places- Pearl S Buck.. u
Of all Disney's seven dwarves, "Bashful" is the one that Dad just doesn't "get". Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, maybe, but Bashful? Not when dad would talk to someone stump if the stump would hold still long enough. Invariably the conversation works around to me and my message, and he feels the need to be very descriptive when relating my I'mprevious condition, not necessarily for the shock factor, but more importantly, to demonstrate how far I've come.…
Physician, heal thyself
Dad here; for the last few months, life at the Casa has been "challenging", for lack of a better term. Cares of life seem to cause words that usually flow easily to clog in my throat like ketchup in a full bottle; sure, the words are in there, but it takes a smack or two on the bottom to get them moving. Then I usually end up with much more on my plate than I…
The way we were
While it is true that it's always a party at the Casa, sometimes the positives disguised as negatives hit like a flood as well. Heaters go out, plumbing fails, cars have issues, jobs play out, and it suddenly it becomes all too easy to forget the good. I sometimes forget all too easily what I have been delivered from, or more importantly, shielded from; pitfalls others have had to experience that I have been fortunate…
The road always rises
It's good to be back; I understand why dad felt the need he to post this weekend with it being the anniversary of the bag and all, but really? Sure, he makes a great chauffeur, but he needs to leave the writing to me. One of the benefits of presiding over the Casa del Whackos is the number of pilgrims we have had the privilege of entertaining, in some ways the descendants of the honorable…
