My observations here lately seem to be going stale. Worn-out. Banal. Musty. That is a good word… Musty. Musty is a funny thing. It is the smell of the long ago. The stagnant. The unmoving. Growing up, we had a
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Kick up your webbies.
I have a photo of Jack for you tonight. My favorite, misunderstood, goose. I went out to the barn yard and sang to him. It was his favorite song. And he danced. Claude and Andy photo-bombed. Then they danced.
Little did he know…
Oh. You know the Woo. The Woo Woo. That which is “out there.” Depending on the person, and the perspective, there are several levels of “Woo.” And people speak of the Woo, in hushed voices, in dark corners, while sipping
Skippy Go Skip
When I sit down to write this thing at the end of the day, I typically have an idea pop into my head, and I just start writing. Sometimes, that one “thing” can spin off in a dozen different directions.
I need a Fog Hat.
It was foggy here this morning. Thick foggy. It was the kind of density which is completely heavy. Visually, and also, implied. I had to drive over to Richmond very early for yet another CAT Scan. It was my fourth,
Fast Friends
Fastened. You could see it, in any number of ways. I fastened my eyes on the shiny object. Or maybe…. the blame had not been fastened to any suspect in the case. But most of the time… when I think
Kronenberger, go home.
I love a little slice of history, every now and again. It is sort of like eating German Chocolate Cake…. with German Chocolate Icing….every so often, it really hits the spot. But this one might be a little gooey. It
The other way, silly….
Sometimes, you have to think like a dog. Seriously. Like a dog. Over the years, I have heard endless stories, of this or that, gone terribly wrong for someone. It could be anything, really. And then follows the numerous failed
Good things.
Most of all, let us just be thankful for the wonderful people in our lives. And the wonderful beings too. We all have them. We do. When things feel a little sideways about life, it is really good if we
Hoosier Mint?
Well, let’s just face it. I just wasn’t cut out to be a Girl Scout. Heck, I didn’t even make it in the Brownies for more than one day. Most of you know that tired, worn out story. But, here