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Yes, I wave to the neighbor’s dog from my window at night.

I make no apologies.



He’s reading Dogstoevsky.

Photo credit: Derek Petersen, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Always a great conversation starter.

I saved a baby chipmunk!

He was wobble-running aimlessly in the open road; I pointed him out to an oncoming pickup truck. The driver slowed and moved around him, because my Roanoke neighbors are awesome.

Granted, what I did required the sheer minimum of effort that a human being can exert to help an animal. But my victories have numbered pretty few lately, so I’m taking pride in it.



Craziest thing I ever herd of.

So there were six deer in my yard this morning! A mama, a papa, and four little ones (though they were well on their way to becoming adults.) One of them even pooped there, which is all animals’ universal way of showing that they love you.

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this sextuplet before too.

I’m going through this weird, New Age phase in which I’ll sit outside in the morning and just STOP. NO laptop. NO phone. Not even a notebook to write in.

Sounds barbaric, I know. I’m a little surprised with MYSELF, to be honest.



This is the face of a future famous writer.

You heard it here first.

She is already a superior poet to me — with a tiny fraction of the time and effort. (Don’t ya just hate the people who have inordinately high aptitudes? Damned wunderkind.)

It is a good thing that I love her so madly; otherwise, I’d be jealous.



I’ve got more issues than Newsweek.

(Still funny, though. Ya gotta gimme that.)

The latest is that the ball joint in my right hip feels like cocaine-crazed alpine marmots are biting and clawing at it. (They’re vicious little animals, by the way — never show ’em your back.)

It sucks getting old. (Though, as my father used to say, “it beats the alternative.”)



There’s a price tag on my ear because I am currently for sale at the consignment shop.

Retail wasn’t an option. I’m pre-owned.

The Nerd at 54.

An elderly W. H. Auden once joked that his face looked like “a wedding cake that had been left out in the rain.”

Well, I’m hopefully not there quite yet, But, still … look at those crow’s feet!