My daughter named him. And he was “drawn out” of the litter by my sister just for us.
All I have to say is, “Where’s my hat?” and he knows what’s about to happen.
You can’t see the grizzled hair on his chin.
He’s a good old man.
I loved the bright color of my first Beatnik, but this one is a more familiar color. Like a sweater my husband used to have, the color of Fall leaves,…
I haven’t completely disappeared from the face of the Earth. Though I’ve let some things go for a time, like piano practice, this blog, taking photos, learning Spanish, etc…
Look at my face in this picture (I’m on the left.) That is the expression of someone feeling very blessed to know her own child. (Watchman Trail, Zion Park, Utah)…
Or “I got RSI for Christmas!” Join us for #StashbustingTheNewYear thru Feb! My personal goals for the year: gift some baby blankets, always have some No Waste Socks going, finish…
Lazy Bones by Leon Redbone on Grooveshark day 343 day 333 I’m looking forward to a little of this after Christmas.
Here they are, each in their prime. They’ve been called “the boss”, “thinks he’s people,” and “the [baby] replacement.” But mostly they’re our witnesses. They’ve seen every birth, every blow-up,…
