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March

March has been a month with a modicum of joy and a month filled to overflowing with sorrow. Blacky Black, one of the Gingersnap family that found their way into my life in Albuquerque and followed me here to this forsaken sandbar between the Gulf and the Atlantic ocean, wentRead More …

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Remembering Richard Brautigan

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. – Richard Brautigan There have been four authors who have influenced my own writing, two in major ways and two in minor ones. In one way or another, these four have shaped my style, my attitude, my very approachRead More …

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Walkin’ With The Dudes +1

For the Dudes, walking is a serious business. There are smells to snuffle out, critters to chase and bark furiously at, p-mail to read and comment on. Like Alaskan Huskies five times their size, they pull me down the street as if I were a sled and we were competingRead More …

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Winter Solstice – 2010

In 1638, amongst other things, religious dissident Anne Hutchinson was expelled from the Mass Bay Colony, the first permanent white settlement in Delaware was established, the first earthquake in the U.S. was recorded and poor Anne, well, as the year came to a close, she was banished from Massachusetts, whichRead More …

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Dudes + 1

A couple of folks have asked about the new puppy (which I needed like I need another hole in my head) so here’s the story. First, though, a little back story. The Dudes are these two little reddish colored Terriers/Chihuahua/Dachshund sort of whatever dogs that my friend Cindy Ford usedRead More …

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Another Day In Paradise

Well, last night was an interesting night. Out for a walk with the Dudes and the little puppy (have I mentioned the little puppy I now have?). I’m in a hurry to get home because I wanted to check in on the litchat auction. Half way home, the wind kicksRead More …

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The Silly Season

It’s nearly three in the morning and I have no idea why I’m awake, other than the fact that I can’t sleep. Duh? It’s officially 22F degrees here in the land of flowers, 13F if you believe the thermometer outside my door. Not a lot of difference there as farRead More …

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Remembering Kurt Vonnegut

Anytime the subject of favorite authors comes up, Kurt Vonnegut is always the first author that springs to my mind. I’ve read a lot of books over the years, enough to fill a medium sized library, and I’ve been influenced by a lot of writers. But Vonnegut influenced more thanRead More …

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Lasso The Moon

Yesterday was my 62nd birthday. I never thought I’d make it this far in life, make it to a point where I could start taking back all that Social Security money the Gov’s been taking from my paychecks since I was 15 years old. Kind of a nice feeling, that.Read More …

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Truman, Gone To Blue

On yet another sad note, Truman disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him. One evening he was there, trilling away as he did when you petted him and the next day he was gone. I suspect an owl, he was just a kitten. The loss of someone you loveRead More …

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Flannery and Chaplin, Gone To Blue

On a sad note, Chaplin, mentioned in an earlier post, didn’t make it. One moment he was scampering about as any kitten will and within a day he was gone. More recently, Flannery, one of six kitties that showed up on my doorstep awhile back, was hit by a car.Read More …

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Back to Back

Sometimes you have bad weeks. And then you have weeks that really suck big time. The last four or five years have sucked big time for me, more or less, but this last week has been a doozy. Spook went to blue on Sunday. Last night my little Manx, theRead More …

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Get back, Honky Cat

I seem to remember reading somewhere that life runs in seven year cycles. Or maybe that’s skin cells. Whatever. If it is life, then I seem to be riding out a seven year death cycle that won’t end until 2011. The death of hope, the death of dreams, death, IRead More …

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Grey-Boy

It’s been my experience that when you move with cats, you’ll lose one. I had hoped that wouldn’t happen in this case, there’s been way too much loss already, but it did. Grey-boy, who was a girl, went to blue on Wednesday. She was barely a year old, came whenRead More …

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Booth, Gone to Blue

He showed up at the kitchen door at the house in Guerneville in 1996. He could be cantankerous and at times a bit of a bully but I remember a time, a dark time, that his crackling meow, much like the sound glass might make in cracking, kept me inRead More …

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