Our pets, ourselves (responsorial)
DebK of Rosemount: “The Happy Medium’s story of the Maine coon cat leaping onto the dining table — more specifically, onto the roast beef being served to guests at that table — brought a resurgence of the psychological pain I experienced a decade or more ago when one of our house cats inflicted a similar first-degree assault on an entree.
Continue reading “She was putting on the dog — and/or the lamb. The cat had a different idea . . .”
Our birds, ourselves
The Original Robyn From Maplewood: “Golfer Guy Mike and I have been feeding birds by way of feeders on our elevated deck for a couple of years now. We realize that in some circles, this activity qualifies us for geezer-hood, but we’re OK with that, having been called much worse in our respective seven decades. Continue reading “Why isn’t that hairy woodpecker moving? Is it dead?”
Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff: “Subject: Happy Halloween.
“For many years, I’ve been growing pumpkins in my sincere little back-yard pumpkin patch here in Dayton’s Bluff. And every year, I attempt to carve some of them into jack-o’-lanterns, with varying degrees of success. Here are a few of my creations.
Continue reading “What is stranger than Zippy the Pinhead? Zippy the Pumpkin, maybe?”
The Permanent Paternal Record
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “When Mom decided it was time to empty out my dad’s closet and dresser drawers, my sister and I offered to help. We told her not to worry; we would bring any questionable items to her for a final decision. Mom contentedly settled down in her favorite chair, afghan over her lap, mystery book on the table beside her, television tuned to a sporting event, and crocheted as she worked a jigsaw puzzle.
Continue reading “When two daughters cleaned out Dad’s “prop drawer,” was Mom not amused?”
The Permanent Paternal Record
The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “My parents were married on October 21st in 1915 and had nearly 67 years of marriage.
“I love this photo of them enjoying a laugh together, when he still knew who my mother was.
Continue reading “The Old Carpenter always had his Bess, holding his hand while she made coffee.”
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