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This was from my last walk around the block I go out my back door and past the small pond   and past the best basil I have had the luck to grow  then up the ramp that DH made that goes to the back gate I  go past a house with a great wrap-around porch. It's unfortunate that I have never seen the people who live there sit out and enjoy a dinner alfresco upon it. Then I pass the far end of my alley The next corner has no curb cut I pass another beautiful tree Remember when it was common to have milk delivered?                                                                     ...

Well, Some of the time I color in these: This was my first           And this is my current, along with this one. These two are waiting... because you can only do so many flowers... So let's see a few...                                                 I like this one. This was supposed to be a study in greens, but I decided to add a pop of a few colors to stand out.                                                And this one was all circles.  ...

Once at the Bargain Market, I usually buy some Fig bars, maybe some creamer for my coffee, string cheese, and whatever other small snack I can find. A grocery bag can hang from the back of my chair which means I don't have to worry about how heavy it is. On the way back from the Market, this is just leaving the front onto the street going Southbound. Then I cross the street and go down the bike lane. Which is poorly marked much of the way.    I go past June's roses. She told me one day that, after her Mother died she started planting roses (her Mother's favorite flower) and kept adding to her garden every year, until she decided that lilies were her favorite   flower.      I go past some lovely trees. And past Visitation Catholic Church. And a vintage Ford Mustang. And then I reach home which picture I cannot find. Oops, my bad. Exit, Pursued by a bear. The Winter's ...

Sometimes I go out for a walk. I go out my back door and up my ramp. Then I go down our alley, turn left then go down several blocks to the street with the bike lane. On a warm day with not a cloud on the sky (not unheard of in the rainy Pacific Northwest). This day I went to the Grocery Outlet Bargain Market   after returning a few CDs to the library They were having a book sale and I bought a couple of books which I haven't yet read. And that's the last stRoll I took this past Summer; more pics of the return trip next post. Exit. (pursued by a bear)  The Winter's Tale  Act 3, scene iii

I might be spending  time with my boys:   This is Romy and Raj. Romy is a pit/husky/lab mix; a bi-eyed handsome devil who has the sweetest temperament ever. DH found him on Craig's list right after Beulah died. I thought it was too soon as I hadn't had time to grieve her death yet, but DH wanted a dog in the house for when we were out. He was originally named Romeo by his previous owner, and he grew up with a Blue Heeler named Juliet (go figure). We didn't take her because she didn't play well with cats, so she went to a no-kill shelter to find a new home from there. When we got him home, we decided to not call him Romeo, so we renamed him Romy. I wanted to all him Romer (not Roamer), but I didn't win that one. So, he came to live with us and our three cats. We have been a happy family for I think five years now. that would make him 6+ years old, and Raj about 10 or 11 or, uh, maybe even 12. Raj is often a needy cat who wants out when he...

Well, I sit around a lot, or lay in bed. My bedroom window to the world looks out to a fenced in yard across the street. We have new neighbors there whom I have yet to meet, but DH has, when their dogs  got out one night. Their names  are Vince and Tiffany.  I see her empty the garbage or recycling from time to time. Often, though, my blinds are closed during the day, at least until my care worker arrives at around noon. In a serIes of posts I will tell you how I spend my time. EXIT (Pursued by a bear) The Winter's Tale  Act 3, Sc. iii

Every Spring my Dad would start his tomato plants from seed. He would put them in the small starter pots on the window shelf in the back room. When it was time he would plant them in the raised planter boxes he built and put on the South side of the house; It was right behind the bedroom he had built for me downstairs after I got MS. He would put tomato cages around the little  plantlets so they would be supported as they grew up. One year, I think it was 1983 - two years after my diagnosis, I put some marijuana seeds between his cages -- then I forgot about them not really thinking they would grow. Under my Dad's care, with frequent watering and a healthy dose of Miracle-Gro, topped off  with a hot Summer, grow they did. One day Dad was showing off his boxes to my cousin Mike who recognized what I had done --- he started banging on my wall as I was taking a shower!  It turns out that by then my plants were as tall as the tomatoes -- as tall as the cages. I'm sure my...

haiku having friends like the two of you just fills my heart  with much love and joy Good Night,  TTYL , and Be Well,  

Sometime last April, I got an e-mail from an old friend whom I hadn't heard from in years. We arranged to go to brunch along with another friend whom we each hadn't heard from in a very long time. They drove down together from Bellevue/Mercer Island and we met at at Elmer's for brunch, a nearby (to me) restaurant and it was close to the freeway exit for them. Terry and I were the two best piano players when we were at Holy Names Academy together. In high school we each played a two-part Mozart concerto together. We would come out to the stage and take our bows, then either she or I would sit at the grand piano on stage, and the other would go to the other at the foot of the stage to accompany. Then we would go up for our bows, and switch pianos, then play the second concerto. Somehow the three of us ran into each other at the UW, and we stayed together for at least two years, until our coursework started to interfere. There were others who joined our little clique as t...