Marie Osmond Needs To See A Pulmonologist.

I don’t often dream about Marie Osmond, but after a late night at the church on Wednesday, and a bit of television to try and kill the migraine (along with the drugs that sometimes help, and a head-rub from my … Continue reading

The DSM5 Hasn’t Gotten Around To Gardening – Yet.

Let’s start at the beginning: Yes, at the heart of it all it begins with dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. This is half of what came to visit (and stay) a few weeks ago. I decided to get the … Continue reading

A Warm Paw Offered In Love. Another Gigantic Step.

Most of you have read a bit on this blog, or on my Facebook page, about my rescue Sheltie, Stormy. She’s been with us almost four years now, and is doing pretty well. Grey on the chin from age, still … Continue reading

Watcher In The Doorway.

Sunday my rescue Sheltie, Stormy, was teaching me about Christianity. Pheh, you say. No, read on and you’ll see why a good shepherd helped me feel the season even more deeply. Please follow me on Twitter, and “Like” the Facebook … Continue reading

It’s Probably Early To Start This Thread – But That’s The Way It Goes.

I’m sure you’re aware of the old expression “When it rains, it pours.” If not, that’s been my day for the last 48 hours. I have not taken so many phone calls, and had so many urgent emails in years. … Continue reading