Monthly Archives: August 2015

We took the week away from work to get over that jet-lag thing and to begin processing “this is life without Aunt Bobby” as my SIL was known to her nieces, nephews, and grands. We took the time to read, … Continue reading →

A Roller Coaster Ride Featuring No Theme Park.

Last August we flew to Austin, TX, to meet our daughter (and later, our son), and drove to Corpus Christi because Chris’s dad passed. The occasion was sad and ironically happy at the same time. As much as we all … Continue reading →

In Which Life Jumps Us and Flips the Bird.

So yesterday we had plans for our trip; we organized who was going to water the inside plants and they’d review what was happening in both the front and back yards. That all screeched to a halt when we learned … Continue reading →

August — A Month in Which I Notice Things.

For one thing, the Tour de France is over, and I miss hearing Phil Leggett’s and Paul Sherwin’s voices and turn of phrase (“…and he packed his suitcase of courage…”) (“….it’s akin to bashing about the head with a rolled-up … Continue reading →