Missed Mine But The Deer Didn't
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Cones But Again
Oh Lonesome Me I Swear It's Just Over This Ridge
Making Faces Dan WHAT Are You Doing!?!
Even The Deer? Home!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Grief
Grief is a funny thing. Sitting here looking out the den window seeing leaves fall from one of the front yard trees I'm overwhelmed by it. It's been nearly 4 years since my best friend died. In that time I've lost my mother, father, another Karen and a high school friend who surprised us all taking his own life. You plod on because you must. When you were younger life was about immortality. Tragedy was contained in the family's "Dear Rodney" letters filled with sad news of ailments and passings. Those deaths were distant. Then you hit middle age and a few more intimate "Oh how sad" moments crept into your life. Still those passings were of people you really didn't know. They were blood but not your inner circle. Again you go forth. Suddenly death's brutal reality hits you full force. Death takes your best buddy. From then on your world of perception and being is altered. Nothing can return those you love to living, breathing entities. Some days you do see and hear them in your head. It's reassuring and yet not. A song, photograph, can be a cue. Boom, tears start. I thought of my Dad's quiet passing in the living room of the house he and Mom had been together in during their last years. I recall the resignation in his voice when 24 hours before he died he said aloud " I guess I didn't accomplish much." It broke my heart then and does so now. Have no clue who he was talking with, he'd been having "conversations" for a few days. Most comments he uttered made no sense but I knew he was visiting "others." At least
I understood that the anguish in his voice when he cried out "Mary, Mary," would soon be calmed. They would be a couple again. "The hour of departure has arrived and we go our separate ways. I to die and you to live. Which is better God only knows." Aristotle.
Gatos
These are Cooper and Emma. Fur balls of love
and peculiarity. Going to be a whole new
ball game when Ramona gets introduced to
them. Kind of know Emma will head for the closet.
Cooper will also disappear for a moment and then
his curiosity will get the best of him and he will reappear to
try to figure out "what the hell is that?"
Ramona will be on leash just in case.
Stay tuned.
Hallow Easter?????
So when did Easter pastels become
part of the Halloween tradition?
Oh wait, that's right. There is no Easter next year.
They found the body.
Yes, I am going to hell!
Making Hay
These geese are in no hurry to head further South.
For over a month they've been hanging out at the
Greenhorn Reservoir. Ramona and I see them every
morning. This hay was put out yesterday at a nearby
construction sight. Popular breakfast buffet this morning.
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