Last week I was at Mom’s house, where I’ve been going once a week now since Dad died. Of course I take Little Dog with me. I mean, what person in their right mind would/could leave this little guy behind? He loves to visit her.
Recently, I had something so unexpected happen, I was in a state of sheer panic for a couple of hours. Last Tuesday I was in front of my laptop doing what I do. The phone rang, and as usual, when I didn’t recognize the number,
I love watching the neighborhood kids play because they go about it like my brother and I used to, riding their bikes like the hounds of hell are on their heels, tearing up the alleys, ducking in and out of yards, or streaking down sidewalks.