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There is nothing more relaxing than a cat. After a chaotic few months with extra kids in the house, having an oversized kitty sitting on your chest massaging your belly and purring in your ear is a bit like heaven. It doesn’t hurt when you’re out in the country and the only other sound besides the bray of nearby horses is the occasional rumble of a passing truck.
We have a dining room, the old-fashioned kind with an old brass chandelier set just above a big black farm table. The table bears the scratches and marks of a piece of furniture well lived. For me, it’s the room that holds more good memories than any other in the house. Read the rest of this entry »
In 2000 when I loaded all my belongings into a twenty-foot truck with my car in tow and headed to Washington, D.C., Mika was there. She rode in the cab for the four days and the nineteen states it took to get us there. Looking back it seems like it would have been a lonely trip, but it wasn’t. I had lots of music and Miss Mika who sat next to me in the cab. The first night we pulled into a motel in Montana that allowed pets. I found that the rooms they stuck us in were always smelly and a little dirty. Neither Mika nor I were smelly or dirty. For the rest of the trip I decided to take my father’s advice. Being an active RV-ing senior, he knows all of the travel tricks. He told me that lots of RVs pull into Wal-Mart parking lots at night while they are on the road. The stores are usually located off the interstate and Wal-Mart encourages the practice of RVs overnighting in their parking lots. All those visiting seniors then go shopping the next day. Everybody wins. Read the rest of this entry »
She has been with me for the last sixteen years. I found her huddled in the back of a cage in a Seattle City shelter. My life was going through major changes: I was leaving my partner at the time; I had unloaded a lot of stuff (both the physical and meta-physical); I was beginning graduate school; I was in some early mid-life “where the hell am I going” crisis. I’m not sure what prompted me to rescue her. Maybe I just needed a friend and she needed a home. Read the rest of this entry »
My wise mother told me that at this time we shouldn’t go out and make any big decisions. And when did I ever listen to my mother, so we went out and bought a car! Long had I been scheming to make this purchase. When a mechanic confirmed that our trusty VW was on its last legs, a certain reluctant person in the house, caved. Isn’t she pretty? Read the rest of this entry »
It is hot here. Hotter than usual and the heat has come to visit much earlier. We sweat in the 90-105 degrees, and try to stay indoors as much as possible. That’s hard with a three-year old. They still have energy and still get bored even when it’s too hot to go out. There are others in this family that relish the heat and prefer a good nap on the deck to the air-conditioned comfort of the house. Read the rest of this entry »
We have a baby named Lucas:
I knew that it wasn’t some weatherman’s wet dream—the snow storm of snow storms at Christmas—when the temperature started dropping as the evening set in and precipitation was reported to be 100%. That was Friday night. Read the rest of this entry »
I learned late last night that June 1 (today) is Blogging for LGBT Families Day 2009 and now, here I sit with just about an hour left to crank out a post. As Florida Evans from Good Times would say…”Damn damn damn!”
Given that it takes me a good week-at-a-time to write anything coherent, this is not going to be easy. I’m thinking “brief and to the point” should be my motto for the next hour or so, otherwise I might as well just save this post for 2010.
So here goes… Read the rest of this entry »
I am the first one to leave in the morning and the last one home at night–the trappings of a long commute. Each night when I come home there is a flurry of greetings: Rocky’s wet nose is there before I even get the door opened and the other two are right behind him. There are a few pats on their furry heads before the little guy comes running out of the kitchen with his arms up in the air to greet me. It’s a wonderful way to come home. Read the rest of this entry »