All My Tears, from a live performance by me & Abby
Mar11
Thursday
Another song...
Wayfaring Stranger, Abby and I sang for a church in July and the sound man recorded us. Not too bad for early in the morning and for a live recording in a church
Departures Brothers in different states is probably in the same league as two presidents dying on the same day. And for degree of difficulty multiplier, lets require that they both signed the Declaration of Inde...
Noise, commotion, and hype It is NICE to see that I'm not the only one that chooses to center on a reality based world.
The "tube" needs to go. There are far, far too many social ills (as mentioned above) that are directly ...
Pet Peeves Amen! While at it, what about the misuse of I and me?
The hills are alive... Loved reading this little piece. I replaced my cassett player in my truck with a cd player last summer. But even that has not prompted more music listening. A few years ago (I'm 55) I began doing most...
Facing a new year... I ran across this the other day:
Knowing what to expect can provide us with peace of mind, even in the midst of collapse. Wallowing in nostalgia over the good old days, or denying that sweeping chang...
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An early winter
December 03, 2008
This is my time to hibernate. When it gets cold and these aging joints let me know I've been creaking around on them pretty hard, it's so easy just to stay indoors and enjoy the heat.
The cats let me know they like the warmth as well, standing on the windowsill with one paw raised as if they are waving to get my attention. Ricochet will come to my office window under the bird feeder and look at me and meow until she sees me get up and go to the front door to let her in.
It's funny how these pets have learned to communicate wordlessly. One will go to the door and look at me and back at the door when she wants to go out. She'll sit on the floor watching me eat, staring at my bowl, and I know she's just waiting for me to finish so she can check out what I was eating and see if it's tasty. I've learned that it's useless to completely close the bathroom door, because I'll just have to get up and open it again in a few seconds. Otherwise there will be this silver paw snaking under the door, and a very faint meow to let me know she wants in. She'll hop on the sink and wait for me to turn the faucet on ever so little so she can drink from the trickle that comes out. Yeah, I'm hooked. She "owns" me. And even with her warm coat of fur, she doesn't like to be outside on those days when it gets below twenty degrees. Smart kitty!
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