Santa’s coming to town soon and whether you believe or don’t believe (I fall somewhere between.) he has a message for all and it’s not what the song touts. “You better watch out.” Although this advice is sound the word “better” flavors the advice with a threat. “You better not cry.” Crying is cathartic. This… Continue reading A Laughing Matter
“The hose is put away.” I crossed off the task on my Autumn To Do list. One done and a bazillion to go. Luckily the Midwest “second summer” temperatures coaxed the hose stretched across the lawn from rigid to pliable. I wound it into a storable coil and heaved it into the sidelined wheelbarrow parked… Continue reading Anita’s, and Earth’s Autumn To Do Lists
Dear Summer, It wasn’t easy for me to accept the end of our relationship. You’re the one who chose to leave. It’s you, not me! I may no longer have you in my life, but I have the memories. We'd plan our day. Would we bike familar paths? Photo by Philipp M on Pexels.com We… Continue reading Dear Summer, It’s You, Not Me
When I’m sitting I think, “Why am I just sitting here?” So I stand. Then I think, “If I’m standing I might as well do my stretches.” So I stretch. Then I think, “Since I’m stretching, I might as well walk.” So I walk. Then I think, “Biking is faster than walking. If I ride… Continue reading Move A Muscle
The other day I watched several YouTube videos (I can waste time with the best of them.) about feeding wild birds by hand. Wild fluff balls zipped in and paused on open hands of ordinary people – not a Disney princess in the bunch. In the first video a young woman cross-country skied a mile… Continue reading A Bird Not In The Hand
A Few Choice Words By Anita 